Harsh words and violent blows,
Hidden secrets nobody knows,
Eyes are open, hands are fisted,
Deep inside I'm warped & twisted,
So many tricks and so many lies,
Too many whens & too many whys,
Nobody's special, nobody's gifted,
I'm just me, warped & twisted
Sleeping awake & choking on a dream,
Listening loudly to a silent scream,
Call my mind, the number's unlisted,
Lost in someone so warped & twisted,
On my knees, alive but dead,
Look at the invisible blood I've bled
I'm not gone, my mind has drifted
Don't expect much, I'm warped & twisted.
Burnt out, wasted, empty, and hollow,
Today's just yesterday's tomorrow.
The sun died out, the ashes sifted
I'm still here, warped & twisted

If I make the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet,
Or ask if all be right
From mirror after mirror,
No vanity's displayed:
I'm looking for the face I had
Before the world was made.
-W. B. Yates

As the hope of the daylight causeth us not to be offended with the darkness of the night. So ought we patiently to trust that God will clear our cause and restore us to our right.