It's cold out
The sky is gray
There's a monster fighting to come out
It's aching
Yelling, screaming
With all the vivid pictures
The grounds shake, let it free
It's gripping on to me.
Cry?
No, the razor!
It's always there, I can control it, it won't leave.
The pain will only be temporary.
These thoughts occupy my mind, I hear it once, twice, with it's resounding echo.
Just set it free!
I have an empty hurt
My soul is filled with hatred. How can it we?
The girl I once was, has now turned to this.
