Are there ever any answers?
ever any truths?
or is it all one big lie
a daze of lost days
a hope to strong to falter
but demons to strong to fight
the thoughts of the blood,
just dripping down the knife
a scream within the night
brings terror to the mind
searching for the one thing,
the one to protect, to help
to save.
Whats left?
the thoughts killing at the mind
the dreams haunting every step
the blood stained sheath
of the forbidden knife
