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One NIght of Insanity
Insane, absurd these images haunting me
I stand at a cowards stance
To watch the witches ride the trees
In the darkness of my room no light is shown
I bleed with my knife in my hand
From the cuts I have made on my own
A cup filled with a bright and shiny drink
My "friends" offer it to me
I guzzle it down, let it fester into my stomach and sink
Now hours on the end have passed me by
The party has ended a while ago
But I shake, shimmer and cry
I have been poisoned by these enemies I swore were friends
I rattle off nonsense
But still plot my revenge
Drug still in my vein
I walk to their houses one by one
Calling their names
Brief moments pass and I pretend to be okay
I laugh, talk, sing and giggle
Make plans with them for tomorrows day
Just as they turn to bid me good night
I ambush their hearts
With my shiny bright knife
Watching them bleed and plead so
I, wise in deceit
Assure them I will get help and off I go
But never to return just like they did to me
Instead I run off far and far away
Partaking with delight into a dark dream
Years have gone by and my mind never returned to light
I still cut deeply on my skin
Just to keep track of the nights
Forever remember that gruesome day
When madness took over my mind
Leading me far and astray
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