Neglective fathers and drunken mothers
Distant friends and abusive lovers...

Yet another peaceful day in the park
Blood red tulips virgin petals...

If death should come
On swift black wings...

I can convince myself a thousand times
That I'm the one who's right...

The vile stench of a thousand rotting corpses...
Making my eyes water and the bile rise in the back...

I hate you
Oh how I hate each tiny morsel...

Skin used as a cover
To hide the distortions of my soul...

Peace of mind
From truths I'd find...

My knees buckle with the weight of my fears
I drown in a sea of my own salty tears...

Choking on this blackness that dwells deep within...
Hiding from my demons that crave to eat me whole...

Doubts
Worming its way into your conscious mind...

Tears telling all my secrets
As they spill down my face...