Between the layers of ignorance Feelings of hate push on It pains to suppress what feels natural Swollen ego which is hidden poorly The true appearance shows the violent fact A veil of insecurity is clear for you When the mask falls A natural gift shown as disease Where is it hidden? As holy it feels through your mind Silent swollen eyes watch what to come Open doors seems closed, by your inability Easing the pain Tightening muscles suffocating you Images guide the path through thought Your breath makes a vacuum for the heartbeat Laid to rest, by the rage grown inside A noise, a silence welcomed Heavy it weighs the burden, you took on Waiting wounds appear, pushing through Invisible tears, unheard screams A natural gift, shown as disease Where is it hidden? Holy it feels, through your mind The tracks washed away, denied A natural gift, shown as disease Where is it hidden? As holy it feels through your mind Senses, heartfelt fact Colored hate, by knowing what feels like fact Darkness is peace, light is a need Silent, thoughts of rage Easing the pain Tightening muscles suffocating you Images guide the path through thought Your breath makes a vacuum for the heartbeat A final blow, to a riddled mind One ultimate stroke to a damaged soul