Myspace

I close my eyes and dream of a space, To call my own, my own personal place, I hear voices around me, so muffled and contrived, Do they not see me standing here, Am I still alive? The air that fills my lungs, isnt it in yours as well? And before you knew Salvation didnt you taste of a charring hell? Ready to point fingers, ready to lay blame, Do you know how I got here, from whence I came? When did you earn the right to stand in judgement of me? Have you blown the breath of life into another entity? I am not above you nor do I claim to be, I will not hide below you for the sake of my sanity, I will stand stubbornly rooted and look unflinchingly upon your face, And when you are ashamed enough, kindly step out of my personal space.