I confess
I am blessed
I have nothing to stress
I just lay here in style
and dread for a while
I choose to lay in my madness
it’s no secret, I guess
I’m blessed
I’m blessed
So don’t put me to rest
I’ll confess
I know more than I let on
or maybe I don’t
I hold back
no need for that
When will these pains be gone?
My madness I choose to lay in
does it satisfy me?
Are we really a family…
like a giant tree?
Old ghost stories
they don’t frighten me
I just live a life
That was molded for thee
tales of old times
come with a thousand rhymes
Do I confess?
To the pain that haunts me
the thoughts that torment me
What will I do when their answers
don’t satisfy my needs?
Shall I just hold in the bleed?
Is this just the eerie feeling
of Halloween?
Or is it just my excuse to cover up
these haunting terrors I call my feelings?
Is this my confession?
No, I won’t confess