Tracing the scars
The soft spoken lines...

Dread creeps into my being gradually,
Whispers of terrors to come...

Demanding the depths of malicious sin
Eyes glaze over with desire...

Kind
Gental...

The voices,
They whisper...

You have two heads,
Two eyes...

A weight
Is on my chest...

Watch your eyes stare,
Watch your lips quiver...

I feel so alone in the world,
like nobody cares and i"m dirt...

Just stone me!
Stone me with all your lies...

My life is just a black hole,
spinning round and round...

I am watching time pass me,
because i do not no what to do...