I have hunted people
People have hunted me...
To see the world as if it were a rose
that sprouts and blossoms from the hand of God...
In the darkness she sits in the corner,
Her hands cradle her crying face...
It was Black,
Black as the night...
Carnivorous natural phenomenon
agitates my well being...
The mystic secret of the night
Embraces us and holds us tight...
Every time you've laid a hand on my face
I question what it meant to be in love...
Small little heart once pure that broke so young...
You had told me id be the most perfect doll you...
Night time is when
The demons come out...
One drop
for my broken dreams...
A monster lives inside of me,
I scream for the key...
I am terrified and not afraid to tell you,
That everything here is not alright...