Having been wronged by a grey fortified world built against me,
blind in all its action to persecute me for only being unique;
I took refuge in my room, four decorated walls, ceiling, floor,
and a bed to warm me with dreams - in the sleep, that I did seek.
I dreamt of long ago, all those bitter, sweet moments dearly missed;
of better worlds with lovers, friends and family in all our happiness.
Then I woke. I realised that the life I lived was all just a fairytale,
and gloomy I sat back staring into the night, shadow and darkness.
Anger and frustrations boiled to the surface and frothed over all the edges.
My eyes were ablaze; fuming with hatred at my self and the world around.
I raged out, raped the walls of all the memories I'd pinned up to boast,
and out I ran - into the night; before dropping to my knees on the wet ground.
The rain like the angels tears, fell upon me and felt tainted
like some holy, divine creation that had been drenched in the stink of sin.
Looking back, I re