I hold onto what sanity I've got.
I look at him and he's everything I'm not.
A total stranger to me.
Everything that isn't clear is what he see's.
I look into his eyes.
They're full of hatred and dispise.
He hates the world he lives in.
That hatred will last and won't give in.
I'm everything that he's not.
He holds onto the insanity that he's got.
He's what nightmares are made from.
His reign of terror has just begun.
Whispers that I can hear.
But there isn't anyone here.
It's just me.
People think that I'm weird.
But it's his voice that they can't hear.
It's him Vs. me.
The betterside of me is hard to see.
But that's what keeps him from being free.
Free from the silence.
Free from the voilence.
He desparately, frantically searches for a way out.
My minds eye is full of doubt.
He's dark and cold.
His past starts to unfold.
Memories of my childhood come into my dreams.
He listens for my silent screams.
He lurks and waits for him freedom.
I don't think that it will come.
I'll keep him trapped in my minds eye.
And overtime he will die.
He's my creation.
My immitation.
From frustration.
He comes alive when I dream.
He brings a dark and cold theme.
His laughter echo's.
In my minds eye he froze.
Trapped for ages to come.
Never to see him freedom.
I still hear his echo's.
But don't know how cause he's frozen.
His smile flashes like the light of dawn.
In my minds eye, he's gone.
He'll be back.
As I close my eyes it all fades to black...
