I am the black sheep in a group of black sheep <br />The ice that runs through my veins has bled a journey <br />Forsaken by the forsaken, they never knew I faded away <br />My blood so full of self-hatred <br />Lock myself away, die in dark solitude <br />Judge me not for what you see, but for what is inside of me <br />But you will never understand my mind <br />Take me away from this wicked world <br />Cut out my heart, stomp it into a puddle of blood <br />As well as my eyes, rip them from me <br />This journey through myself, a lust for human extinction <br />The sky so beautiful, it watches over me <br />Descending down is your blood, the rain speaks my sorrow <br />Tragedy is quintessence<br /><br />Michael Robertson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-journey-through-the-sky-of-endless-torment/
