Elizabeth Torres...

This world that I created for myself
Reeks of loneliness and discontent
As I look down upon my empty hands
Only the scars of many yesterdays.
Whatever happened to my trusting happiness
Through the back door, it has escaped, my only friend.
The hope of better days to come has vanished
For I no longer wish to fight in my defense.
I am tired, broken, jaded
The yellow bird has gotten tired of singing
In his feathers hopelessly rests my voice, unheard... Life runs away.
What is it you ask from me? Why is it that you pretend to care?
And I no longer want to hear excuses! No longer will I stand to beg in vain
For such petitions are nothing but laughing matter
To the outsiders
Who throw their coins
Against me.
I cannot ask for bread or wine
How dare I take it from the mouths of those who need it?
Have I become, to my disgrace, another slave of hopelessness?
I, who came to rise, who came to prophetize
I who has saved, I who sould lead the masses from the dark...
My flesh and bones
Make me so real
And am so tired
Of being human
So ordinary
How cruel my days.
Another breath, oh how I wish, to have the blades of forgiveness cut it off?
A shooting star! I hate my eyes, my belief og knowing how to fly.
Suicide, it's suicide, this sad intention
Of lending a hand to those who fall
When I myself am tripping.
And in my heart
This desperate cry
To anyone
Who might take mercy
Upon my soul
And realize...

That I cannot carry my cross all by myself.. Such burden!
And so much love inside me, not caring a bit about me...always knowing I must hold on
To the invisible prayers hanging in the air.
I give my love to all, in this last verse.

I know that life is somewhere else tonight...
And so I wait.