Voice

You haunt me from the inside,
And watch as I pick this blade.
You encourage me to strike myself,
So another cut is made.

You wipe away my salty tears,
And lick the blood from my fist.
I press this demon once again,
As blood flows from my wrist.

Pleasure for you from me,
And deep inside I cry.
You laugh and urge me to go on,
And bit by bit I die.

One cut, Two cut, Three cut, four,
I cut deeper to show you I can.
You stare me down with your eyes,
As if I dont understand.

Right now you may control me,
But these tears I will no longer shed.
Dont think that I have lost,
I\'ll get you out of my head.