Free me from the dark in my head, 'cause it's preventing me from seeing red. I can't tell who I am anymore, somebody tell me 'cause I'm not so sure. Emptiness is the victim of pain, killing me loudly like the sorrow and pain. I'm feeling darkness, I'm feeling death, I taste the blood from our last kiss on my breath. Was it the pain in my eyes that lead me to this misery? Was it the look of your death from your head down to your feet?
Or was it something I did that made me regret the life that I've lived? And tell me please, do you hate me too? Do you hate me for the things that I do? I see a face in the distance, of who I'm trying to be. It was the lust of a vixen, that took control over me. And now I feel all the blackness, it washes all over me. See the light in the darkness, of who I'm not supposed to be, FUCK! Thank you mother, for the pain that you've inflicted. For hiding all my sanity, and making me a victim. I've tried it all before, but it doesn't seem to help the fact that I'm alone makes me hate my fucking self. I see a face in the distance, of who I'm trying to be. It was the lust of a vixen, that took control over me. And now I feel all the blackness, it washes all over me. See the light in the darkness, of who I'm not supposed to... How could she let me bear this fucking disease? How could she be so suffocating? I feel her presence, it lingers within, it dwells inside me, closer than I've ever been. "My mind cannot even begin to fathom the abhorrent information that was disclosed this dreadful night. My lover is not my lover, and therefore I am not myself. My sanity is elsewhere, my hope is failing and the trust of my own kin is non-existent. Why I was not debriefed on this deception is beyond my wildest imagination, I
throw myself to the mercy of fate. Live or die, it is no longer my choice."
