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/
Feels like the world and destiny is testing you,
Assuming you can simply overlook things,
Irrespective of always being genuine ,and never giving up
Like all great moments are dim, ignored, and forgotten;
Unless the world and destiny simply has the pleasure of testing your patience,
Repeatingly, that now you have to make a decision and recognize it is a phase,
Empowering those positive thoughts to erupt to sustain a noble empire of compassion.