I'm no longer falling asleep
with writer's block...

This life was not my choice,
constantly rising and falling...

I used to think that the vivid memories
which attacked my mind...

It's getting late but I cannot sleep
as I force my mind to revisit...

Flashbacks remind me of what I didn't know
about my broken childhood...

Monsters surround me with dominance,
carrying out little acts of God...

Fuzzy pictures flash
in an out of my mind...

What I will always remember,
is everything you will always forget...

Little Girl,
in the corner of the orphanage playground...

I've waited so long
to pull out my razor again...

How do you describe
an addictive release...

If you wanted me back
to see if we could start again...