I see hell
in your eyes, yet they...
Welcome to my walk-in closet,
where the aroma reeks of rotting flesh...
Here I sit again,
Chained and bound for a sin...
Everyday is the same
one word and ill go insane...
The father held her lily white hand
As they walked through a mirrored corridor...
They hear me, speak to me,
Scratching, slithering, crawling...
Skin so dirty, yet so clean,
Flawless being but broken beyond repair...
The bright silver glow of the full moon night
Expands the muscles and stretches skin tight...
The glowing and glistening drops I see.
Beauty, I want to be...
There's something
outside my window...
To get her,
together...
Voices are ringing in my head,
Why are they shouting...