I get so tired of dancing with the devil,
I wonder when I'll find my guardian angel,
In the end I know I'll be alone,
I don't understand why I feel the way I do,
Then I realize he's stolen my soul,
Afraid of the dark,
Shy of the light,
Sit alone in the corner at night,
Cry for the monster known as depression,
Souls cry out at me,
Screaming and ringing in my ears,
Death is at my wrist,
Cold,
Shining like the eyes of the small girl in my mind,
She's crying out in protest,
I throw death to the ground,
Reach for the flames,
Live another day. |
