3 acessos
I sit there, holding my breath
To calm myself
These images before my eyes
Are haunting and disturbing me
Exhaling, I crash down to my knees
Wondering where I went wrong
Now you see me as something that I am not
Looking down on me
I feel like a spear is embedded in my chest
But this is not my destiny
There is a ghost sitting on my window ledge
A perfect face looking back, and it is you
I strike you to the ground and smash the glass
I watch my fingers bleed
So glorious is the site of blood from a broken man
A smile appears upon these quivering lips
A mocking gesture, if nothing else
But at least gives the ability to consume liquor
Now, into the darkness I fly
Flickering rays of light blind me
Poison runs through my veins
I dance, dance into a trance of madness
I dance, dance these fucking thoughts away