The Inhuman

There are things that won’t let me fall asleep tonight
A painful ancient gnawing sense of shame
Some unknown omission, some forgotten sin
A dark disgrace that hides without a name

I close my eyes and wait in soundless night again
I cross my arms and tremble on my bed
I’m not afraid of human beings
Only the inhuman inside them
Only the inhuman inside them

I dreamt that I was woken from my sleep today
I rose and held such strength in my two hands
Freedom is a dream perhaps not destined to come true
A pity if you have not dreamt it too
It's a pity if you have not dreamt it too