Nyctophiliac

I wasn't born for bright the sun was shining for me the white men kept on laught before my eyes openend wide but something wasn't right cause someone slapped me harder I'm still feeling pain so I was shocked and I began to cry i slowly realized, it wasn't violence it was a strength all around they called it light and I was driving my machine a truck was crossing - reanimated b-movies 'bout my life - passing by I begged for letting me go but then I felt the truth so clear that ugly tunnel light so near It hasn't be a light which ends me just bring me back on my feet away from light I'm lying under my bed windows darken by some sheets starring at the candle it seems to be my only friend only death can stop the fire at the end I will be free where they hide I'm in love I'm laughing where they cry I'm one with the dark I was born at 2: 05 will I survive?