How much i miss the feel of the blade running down...

I need help to stop this evil demon that is taking...
Why do I do it...

I promise you my heart and soul
I promise to always be kind and true to you...

You throw me out the window and drag me back in...

A wonderful feeling
the world crushing down on you...

I can feel death near me at every turn his ever...

Twisted and used
Beaten and bruised...

Death holds my hand
As I sit and dream about the end...