RI:SA: Inside... Identities Fade / Come Visit Me


'i had to do it...'

here i sit expressing my hate
for every limb grown out of me
i know you know it well
how it feels to be a morbid, dying being
without knowing what's going on inside

how it feels to be a morbid, dying being
without knowing what's going on inside?
still every smallest needle, thorn, heat, cold
could inflict pain on me or you

and the visual perception in the dark
and how all kinds of fear and dread
surround us throughout our short lives
we are nothing to face the dark

i've come up with an answer
it is to never close your eyes anymore
those people, their identities slowly fading
will they help us see what's happening inside?

they wanted to get inside your head
to make their existence feel less futile
the things you know about yourself
will they help you see what's happening inside?

while we wait to get warm inside
i consider you my friend
since you know me

so well
come visit me...
someday