Barriers, walls, borders, rules
All made by tears and sorrow,
I can’t take it anymore,
My walls are closing about me,
Anger, fury, sadness, tears,
All made by the walls,
I drown amidst of them,
I am their entry fee,
Glass, knives, bullets, heights,
All made by the fury and sadness,
I take them with joy,
And hurt myself with endless glee,
Fires, funerals, tears, sorrow,
All made by the knives and heights,
I lie here for my lack of space,
And I, stone cold, is the last thing they will see.