Best Friend's Death Filled Body's Gather at Dawn...
This night i heard a promise
The voice that speaks within...
One cut two cuts three cuts four
with eat new cut the pain goes away...
The voices scream inside my head
No peace or rest for me...
She sits alone on the corner
begging for money...
Day to day
there's this game we play...
Every breath I take
doesn't seem to be enough...
I am always at war.
the good and bad in me...
A black heart
for a black soul...
On this stage
as i face the struggle within...
The room here waits through fadded thought
And longs for sleep less soon forgot...
I wonder...
Wherever this nebulous varmint is...