Shutter Mind

Tripped down in a shutter when i met you, now stuck in a mindgame/, in a psychopath's hold i try to remain sane/ Your words cleaves me/, your hands strokes me/, things i once fell for now decieves me/ and chokes me/ You terrorizing me/, investigating me/, furiously obscene/, using my body creating your own crime scene/, blue fingerprints all over, but for others to over see/ I hear your whispers at all time/, like a schizofrenic i become, when your violent thoughts interact with mine/. Maybe there is illness in my state of mind/, but before you, i sure was fine/ Playing your role posessed with mad hate/, an addiction/, for me it's only affliction/, what is fake/, what is fiction/ Repeatingly you pushing me over the cliff side/, just to leave me hanging, begging for your hand, so that you can, as you always do flip side/ Trying to play along to survive this mental manuskript/, but im outstripped/ and you just atone like there has been no conflict/