As these desolate nights pass me by, I tightly...
Manipulating my prey each and every day, thats me...
50 hands on my back
fingers crawling up my neck...
There are whispers around me
Those little voices telling me to let you be...
There is some suffering within these walls;
Immortal trepidation lies inside...
She was just a void and lived in inner space.
Until one day she met a god without a face...
My world is just about toxic.
My fingers could slide...
To whom it may concern,
why do you hear of people...
I kept them hidden away in the back of my mind,
the memories that no one should find...
Know one knows the true me.
They judge before they even see...
She's leaving me....
Left me in charge...
To be somewhere you're not supposed to
And really don't have a clue of what to do...
Where I live it's always dark...
There's only one tree it's bare...