The Unforgiving Eye of the Mind

They say that when I spread my tears
The world will be clear.
Little do they understand
The chains that tie my hands
To an earthly chair.
The wind that blows through my dark hair
Is all that I have
In a world of depression and salvage.
They all ask if I'm okay
No matter what, it's always the same I say;
I will always be alright
And I can promise, I never lied.
Happiness is the devil
And misery is the angel
That can condemn the deserving.
In the dimensions that I am observing
I know the light is forced,
I can tell the goddess is at her worst
And yet I dare to break the fall
Even though I clamber up an unsteady wall.
The eye inside my tedious head
Can see in the alive the souls of dead
And I, I always see the side
That no one would dare to hide
But they will always think of
When the torment isn't bad enough:
The kin of my body are acid presentations
The bearers of pain my salvation.
Like a ghost of my past
It follows me much too fast
And like the mystery
That is like my history
Forever it will somberly follow
This eye, the heart of mine that is hollow;
It haunts me everywhere I go
And no one cares to know.
No matter how much I deny
Forever realize that the eye
In my unforgiving mind
When it is dried
I see that I am a normal being
I know that I am not worth seeing...