Kut Dem Strife

Klouds in my weary eyes again, my love Underestimated with abominable lies - where do I begin, dove? Try to break free from the chains of rage-like strife that cuts like a jagged knife dangerous, insidious voices that say: "DO IT" an infiniti times end this madness and sadness before I go oddly insane my memories of childhood molests my frazzled mind...my bewildered mind...words I cannot quite find... Seven times, I've told you to take the knife away from my hands... Tortured and tramautized to the bone again and again and again, I fear Rise to the highest heights on Earth - that's how high my anxiety truly is Frame of mind shattered and torn - scarring my numb cranium Everyone is worried about me now! I trace kuts upon my wrists and I bleed on because of HIM.......