The moon shines its light upon my back,
Drowning this path in dancing shadows...
I love too much
Drink not enough...
Fire sweeping through the town,
storms racing to put them out...
I used to hate the mirror and love the scars
A symbol of my own self-loathing...
So serene is the blackened water,
Nobody would imagine what lied in its obsidian...
Deep, dark
low, down...
Downed by a single shot of fear,
You fall depraved through the yesteryear...
I know the knife
and the knife knows me...
I can stand tall
I can pretend...
I want you to touch me,
In the darkest, dirtiest...
Mom, I need you...
when will you see...
Soft looks the skin of this memory's tissue.
Is it you that these shuttered eyes dare shine...