Wretched

You poor thing

You wreched creature

from your mask you look as preditore

but really you are prey

You poor creature

you wreched thing

trying to be heard

but never will thay see that under your preditorial mask you are really prey

You poor thing

you wreched creature

those who do know you waste no time in jumping

to attack, they know you have one life and one heart that

is to large for it's small cage

as each time it jumps with joy it grows larger

until finally it bursts free and flys to heaven

I poor creature

I wreched thing 

want to be free of the cage by which I am

now possesed

I'll unlock the door

this isn't the happiness that I expected

my flesh is smothered in the burning coldness of the end