The Passenger

First let me say, I’m not deranged
Though some would say
I made up everything
The illness they say,
Lies in my brain
Then why won’t anyone take it away
The whispers I hear
Could not be faked
So hear my tale
I’ve laid bare everything
Since I was a boy
I’ve heard it’s voice inside my head
Though doctors say it couldn’t be that
Even shown it’s face
They give me looks of their distaste
Well how the fuck would they know anyway
broken and beat
Just let me sleep
I know no reprieve
From this constant nightmare
At age 23
I taste defeat
While all of my peers are wasting lives so sweet
Broken and torn
Why was I born
(Tell me)
There has to be more
Than this waking Hell
Skirted and scorned
Because I’m deformed
(Kill me)
I don’t see the point
In trying to hold on
Hours laid awake
I’m hastened to an early grave
With no one in which
To share my torment
Though my family comes
I know they’d rather stay away
Such shame I see
Inside their faces
What have we done
To bring an evil on this world
Though we have prayed
And we have wept
We’re borne a son
Of such ill will
What have I done
To earn such malice from my own
When parents shun their only son
For deeds that he has never sown
Why should I go on
What here is left for me
Except a demon’s ugly face
With such hate I can only see
Are these thoughts my own
Or have I fallen to the seed
That it has planted in my mind
For on my misery it feeds
Solo
So it seems
No help is coming for me
And though I’d hoped
The truth was always plain to see
When heaven weeps
I know it’s never for my name
What god above
Would ruin a child this way
In silence serene
I try to dream
Through the veil of death
I hope to pass unburdened
Though selfish my deed
I need release
Who would stop to think
To even mourn for me
With a glass in my hand
I tip the vial on its end
The screaming from the demons face
Shall never bother me again
Clutching at my heart
To death I’m destined from the start
With fear I turn my face below
And leave my body for the crows