The urges are always on my mind
Lingering around like a devil on my side
whispering things to my ears like a fly
that I cannot get rid of even if I try
I want to hold a knife
Blood spattered at my side
I feel really cold inside
But tears are coming out of my eyes
Searching all the information and criteria
Riding emotions and heart beating faster
My hands trembling at the idea
But my mind creating ways to commit murder
