Standing room only,
not even room to kneel and pray...
She came to me
like an apparition; white hot, clad in a wreath of...
Haunting screams echo throughout the attic,
My ears assaulted by their deafening fear...
The phone call that came
was one I almost expected...
I am your swordarm
Your shadow...
I have scars on my mind
and scars on my wrist...
Every time i look in the mirror,
it feels as if something else is looking at me...
You can't be here, But you don't want to go back,
You know he'll hurt you; love is something they...
I am trapped within this cage
that is concreted around me...
Warning signals scream inside my ears
and I can no longer ignore their sirens...
The screaming starts and the blood flows,
All these secrets and nobody knows...
She's a tease who knows how to play you,
each movement calculatedly cruel...