..My Life..

My life is like a dark room, not light to be seen...
I write help on the walls in my own blood...
Cause hope is all I have in this place of nothingness...
I write what I feel on the walls of my room, and wait patiently for a light to appear...
So others may read it, and know what I feel...
Finally this light has shown itself...
I've waited so long to see this light...
And now that I've found it, I never want it to go out...
I can't imagine my life without it now...
I watch it flicker, getting brighter then fading...
If it goes out I'll have nothing, and be lost forever more...
I want to see this room filled with light...
And yet I do not wish to see all I have written....
All the years and tears I've wasted...
And all the blood I've given to speak my mind...
Instead of using my real voice...
And possibly finding someone to free me long ago...
Someday I'll have to see it all...
For someday this room will be bright...
Bright as the world behind these walls...
The world I long to see, and be a part of...