my name is...

My name is loathing,
for the thing you have done.
My name is empty,
coz you draind away the love.
My name is out cast,
coz i din't fit in with your ideas
My name is dreadful,
for the thing that I have done.
Loathing, empty, out cast, dreadful,
but who am I right now.

Open and exsposed,
Like a coffee table book.
These words that you’ve thrown down,
Deserve a second look.
You said your name is dreadful,
I know not, if that is true.
The only one that knows for sure,
Dwells inside of you!
That’s all I have, It’s time to go.
Hope you have enjoyed,
The scrambled words that my hands throw.

My name is quiet
for the words I have not said
My name is simple
for what people think I dread
My name is angry
for the fists I've yet to throw
My name is darkness
for the light I'll never show

You say your name is darkness, but you don’t see
the glow all around you, shining brightly!
The name at your lips doesn’t say who you are,
you’re more than the needle, more than the scar.
If you don’t see that, it really is true,
misery’s a demon possessing you.