The victim's part

I do not want to be

a line silent mouth.

The pain inside me,

diamond-hard stone

honed.

I say no,

revolts society

against. I can see your own

private nightmare,

oh raining for almost

all the pain away

purifying the snow.

Come on, come on, show

storm, it is now

December.

My soul today

limping, the victim's pain

forced out of hiding

view release.

The criminal he is secured,

victim of the pain inside

pent-up.

Sometimes the time will come,

when all the pain

inside me breaks out.