Let me out
of this guilty prison

Let me out
with eyes painted crimson

I never thought
these cruel intentions

would stay in here
with building tension

I never used
to point and laugh

Never abused
these words, so crass

And now just look
Just look at my soul

The few burnt rice
at the bottom of the bowl

Can ruining lives
be so much fun?

Destroying contentment
Look at what I've become.

A monster in black
Another one of "them"

Ensuring the stereotype as
Society's phlegm

Darkening thoughts and killing dreams

Spreading the sorrow

Adding to screams

Let me out, now
of this box of torture

Touching the light within the
plagued disclosure.
 
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