when i sit alone,
a feeling begins to creep into my bone,
a feeling of hate and dread,
reminding me that i'm dead.
when i sit in the rain,
i remember all of my pain,
of how i dealt with starvation,
and my sister being in detention.
people think i can get over the pain,
but they don't know that it drives me insane,
what i need is santuary,
but i'll only find in a mortuary....
as i walk alone,
all my feelings are gone,
my last tears i hide,
for i will never show what's inside.
i watch things around me die,
i see them rot where they lie,
i walk past broken graves,
full of thieves and knaves.
i will forever walk this path,
always being consumed by my wrath,
i walk this road alone,
slitting my wrist to see the bone.
although my heart is still,
i feel the need to kill,
once i have my fill,
i will release my malice like a flood.
i sit alone in the dark,
upon my neck a forbidden mark,
i cradle myself feeling alone,
surrounded by flesh and bone.
i have lived with my past,
but now i will overcome it at last,
and now i shall show my hate,
don't run it's too late.
as i go on,
my mortality has gone,
i feel the blood on the inside,
as i gently cradle the one who died.
i have no regret,
my destiny has been set,
every night i feed,
i only satisfy the need.
i feel no pain for what i have done,
even if you point the gun,
i will not die,
my life has been a lie,
as i take my stance,
you have one last chance.
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