Who I am

...

Who is me and what I am

I'm not really real

I never really gave a damn

Yet it all seems so surreal

...

Trying to move is impossible

Not that it was ever reliable

Binding strings hold me so

My skin is paler than the snow

...

Childish thoughts were never there

From the start there was only despair

And as you can so easily see

You'll never know the real me

...

I don't the meaning of 'friend'

Yet this idiot's been with me in the end

He calls me his and I don't care

And yet him I'd never share

...

The mask has begun to crack

And thrown into the perpetual black

Is where I will always stay

Because I only bring dismay

...

I have finally given up

And never to return

Let the blood seep into a cup

For I am no longer their concern

...

This... doesn't exactly seem so much like Rath, does it?

From the Corner