the voices keep resonating inside
making my eyes sour and cry
cant deny what i keep locked outside
all the things i long to try
.
never wished i could be down
mellow and frustated by society
trying to hide my purple gown
pushed and shoved by melancoly
.
im just another human beeing
just another face in the crowd
but i dont want to be living
not like a servant for the proud
.
... i wish i could fly
but all i can do is sigh
how i wish i could fly..
cry, arise and again die..
        psychic symphony (27/01/2k)
