Skinned animal

Sadness prevails in my heart and mind
need someone who be kind
to this melancholic and restless heart
what i'd give for someone to hold my hand, kiss my forehead
who revisits with me the paths i tread
in my brian
ohh its a desert
hot and dry and exhausting drain
of ghastly stories and unfinished tales
of unrequited love and bonds that failed
of menace and cowardice
of scheming that was too foul
of lost innocence and sore soul
like a skinned animal alive
even a gust of wind now hurts as a spike
because i've been hurt so much
and left writhing in pain as such.