Bent and Blind

Bent and Blind

I had at last forgotten my very own breath.
I was consumed by his spirit of his darkness of his cold flesh.
It was a thing that haunted, This ghoul had captured me.
I was trapped in a fright as it considered my own insanity.

It badgered my mind, it scattered my thoughts, it warped my world to white.
Although my mind was calling me, this wretched beast I could not fight.

It was an as if my soul was being eaten away, slowly decaying there
I became someone else who simply didn't care…
I heard the whispers taunting me with laughter in the night.
I felt my voice being twisted like a cord around my throat.

I swam through the clouds with clowns in nightmares I would dream
Until at last was awakened by the sunshine when I screamed

Upon the gleaming edge of a knife was where I sought revenge
I yearned and cried out for release from blood. For my own life was to end.
I wanted to purge this feeling crawling deeply in my skin.
To release the venom...be free of pain and this sin.

As I plunged into the depths of my own sickly mortal veins.
I found what I was looking for, release from love's agony.


You can become a slave to it, this world becomes a lie,
When that thing gets a hold of your heart and kills what's left inside.
Existing here, in this corpse of flesh that I feed eternally
And now you are only a memory. Your words have been stolen by me.
The thing you once were, now only repetition.

I ask you, do you hear me calling from the depths where I bleed.
In this violent world is a silent surrender.
as the gaze you hold upon me closes in upon tears,
I ask you can you hear her? Can you see her dying there?

Can you feel it? This is silence. I want to abuse it now.
Call it madness, you can call it anything but real!
I want to drug the monster so that I can escape it and be free.
I can escape this feeling because it only belongs to me.

I can escape your soul. It hurts like a dagger passing through.
Knives, knives everywhere…scattered pieces that were once so secure…
In a safe restrained sort of sanity, I'm now left to flatter your own
And all I asked was for love. Love, is it too hard for you to love?

This world can’t give me what I want and now I can't give you anything.
I can’t exist if I can’t express, the thing that keeps me sane...