Pent-up by Nanashi

Clouded eyes see only grief
See into the past, speak not of the future
Is this curse to be lifted?
Just the memory of a voice
Telling me to 'hang on'
There's something about here that...
Makes me feel dirty
Wings battered and broken
They don't hurt anymore dear
Feathers all around
Footsteps written in blood
Could this be more pathetic?
Just hoping that fear will rob me of reality
Rape victim in action
There's something about a little kindness that...
Make me feel ill
Time drains into the gutter
Sure you want to feel like this?