In the dark's where I belong now,
Despite my helpless fear, I beg for mercy and dream of freedom, like Pandora I cry,
Struggling to see good in a world full of bad,
I'm silenced by my thoughts, concealed in my bleeding mind, my hands shake, not through fear,
through desperation.
Looking for someone to understand, for someone to love me for who I am...
Possessed by my darkest thoughts, those of death and such alike,
I linger in the doorway, an escape route from my hell into another,
concealed by my pain I lock the crimson door, blocking it from my mind, ignoring its very existence, shielding myself from reality.
My hands shake more and more, The loneliness consumes me, my heart and head are my tomb now,
your already dead.
I'm obsessed by that last glance you shot me and those venomous last words,
You ventured too far into my world, what you've seen,
what you've learnt led you to your grave... It killed you,
as it killed me.
Hope? All hope is gone...
