Its myself, haunted by an infidel
I've broken every promised vow
backstabbed myself, dont ask me how
lost in my illusion, where am I now?
Its myself, freakin locked in my cell
please dont fear my mysterious void
please heal me I am mentally paranoid
loneliness is a paralysed edge to avoid
Its myself, seeking a cave to dwell
I am cryptic, I dont want to die alone
my phobia shattered every remaining bone
left me blinded facing the unknown
Its myself, hysterically creeping well
whats a lumberjack with no axe
whats a candle with melted wax
exhausted I've reached my limited max
Its myself, a sealed door with no bell
hypnotic howl seduction, faith dampen
dead raven and a scarecrow in my garden
how tempting to meet death with no warden
its me, seeing a vision of myself in hell.
Written date and time: 14/11/08 6:30am
