The depths of the darkness creeping,
making a reach through the heart, seeping.
Feelings stir, a burning, a forgotten dream
Memories of her fade, the echoes of the screams.
Relive the pain, amplified by the loss,
kindness exchanged at an unworthy cost.
Madness calling to me from within
a familliar voice aching for sin.
"Do it" I hear, "Do it now"
trembling, shaking as i fall to the ground.
"What have I done?" not what i hear,
"What will I do?" looking down at the blade with cheer.
A slice, a stab, blood flowing, raining down
insane laughter without mercy, pools of red cover ground.
I look at the face, feeling no pain.
A familiar face, Insanity staring at me again.
Look down at myself, and back to the mirror
"It was me all along" muttered, yet clear.
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