I was never a stranger to obsession
I\'ve always been a prisoner to my own enamor
Rope burn and cold concrete
Naturally, I started to indulge in such interests
Consciously at first
I\'m floating up high, please bring me down
And they did
It took all of their breath to do so, but they did manage to pull me down
And it still haunts them
My young mind was pleased by this
Next it was helplessness not caused by my own actions
A pretty little victim
He held me down, he abused me, he did what I was afraid to accuse others of
But maybe he wanted to make me feel good?
One by one, another body
And one by one, my cellar filled
Hollow husks scattering my inner world
You, however, were different
I would keep you as far from the crypt as I could
Yet I unknowingly dug your grave
Trapping you behind my own back
Keeping you like a catacomb saint
Until I would only visit you atop the pile of deceased
Suddenly I was bleeding, crying, dying
And only you could save me
This time, the cure was more than just physical attention
I needed love, but you clung to it
So I took to your spirit
Feeding off of your own life
And you, too, clattered to my cold concrete
And your spirit is all I have left
Every move I make, I can hear your cries
As your apparition clings to my back
I look around, desperate for someone to free you
But my past mistakes will cut into your delicate flesh for all eternity
And I may kill myself trying to kill you