Have you felt the birth from the rusty coffin, or the death in the polished cradle.
Have you trembled from the music, dancing away on your skin as you could walk no more.
Have you breathed through a vacuum, to be choked as your dreams blur to a non.
Have you seen the eyes in the wall, seeking your attention like never before.
Have you pitied the dead for not living, when his life was not worth to carry on.
Have you held the devil by the neck, and seeing the absence on love in his eyes.
Have you treated me differently, as though I might be of just a little more importance,
Or am I just the same as everyone else?