We all bear our scars and just because they aren\'t visible doesn\'t mean that they aren\'t there
The scars fade, the memories don\'t
It\'s an on going battle
It\'s a constant struggle
It\'s a war that never ends
It\'s a sweet escape
It gets me lost in my own high as I glide into temporary paradise
Power is such forbidden aphrodisiac when it pumps through the veins and the more you intake; the more less reality seems fake
As my adrenaline starts to race
A sliver of the razor\'s lash strikes out on my flesh leaving behind a red trail
As tears baptize the red pool dripping in rivers spreading in its wake
For each possession of power taken, a balance must be made and if it must be in done by blood - so shall it be!
I can only lie!
No one understands
No one ever will!
The guilt is buried deep
Yet still dictates my life
The curse of sown and reaped
The emblem of my strife
Every cut shows pain,
Every scar has a story
Am I closer to freedom or death by mistake?
As I close my eyes, I am air as my soul glides like silk through the pulsing night temporarily leaving its host down on Earth and as darkness cloaks my vision, I dream of when I was innocent and young.......
After being beaten and battered by Mother Nature and eyes exposed to the naked truth of how ugly humanity can be - the girl died and in her place was a shadow of her past life drifting on by......
Je ne souhaite pas être jugé, je souhaite seulement quelqu\'un comprendre
Je ne devrais pas être en vie, mais je suis heureux que je suis