Something

I feel it; I resist
These kinds of things really exist
Is it pain; is it love
Is it good or bad?
Is it something
I wish I never had?
Corners call me
Darkness whispers
This thing is queer; hard to decipher
My fists howl; my soul shivers
Does what I am now
Makes me a sinner?
Are they not; are they saints
Am I not worthy
Because of my fate?
Tell me something;
I want to know
Let me have wings
That they adore.



written by: Muse