Memories evade my every thought, and yet none of them seem sane
my mothers image rots the very core of my flustered brain.
i can't demolish all these thoughts, i hate to think I'm insane
but all i can see is my mothers blooded name...
loveless was my name, when emotions became a game
slow and cold my motions summon the shadows from my brain
my heart was shattered remaining forever tame
how much slave am i? I don't have a name...
beaten, bruised and battered by boys of every age
darts thrown commands given loves a priceful game
hug me tight, hold me close are the fairy tales i wish
it seems to far for me to be expended in pure bliss
but solemnly my thoughts will morn for memories of the past
for two years I've lived so well but the nightmares last i crave the attention i can not seek for its the same thing i fear
gravely I'll wish for my perfect year....
