Come along

Come along, take another tour through my mind
Would you like another viewing of when I was left behind
Lets all take a look shall we at my crimson knife
Or another special picture of when I tried to take my life

Memories crash down the rivers in my head
Spilling over the banks into my hope, long dead
Classical music shatters the very depths of my soul
Deep melodies play tunes which stop me being whole

Roaring waterfalls of blood cascade through my eyes
Friends becoming enemies, surrounded by lies
Them, they talk and talk all at the same time
Whispering hatred and becoming mine

Stare upon the fresh cuts haunting my dreams
Where I lie in wait of an ambush, nothing is as it seems
Writhing on the floor possesed by nothing at all
Cannot tell you so you cant catch me as I fall

The trumpets sound in my head and paranoia grabs me
Drums pound through my heart as I can no longer see
Blinded by this subtle pain which rips away flesh and bone
Vultures circle me whilst I dig my grave to sit in alone

Arguing, screaming, hitting, hating these demons are here
Shouting at me, confusing what I cannot hear
Rain drenches me to my broken, burning skin
Enveloped in darkness alone, I revel in sin