I'm trapped in past realities
I'm living in all his lies
I'm floating above myself
In the forever darkened skies
I can't come back to the present
I'm watching myself do things I can't stop
I'm still holding on tight
To the knife I can't drop
The hands of my mind are covered in blood
Why do I do these things I do
As the stare through my eyes?
I gotta do the sins myself
To know I'm still alive
Blood can be so beautiful
Gleaming red running down my wrists
I can't forget the feeling of the abuse
I refuse to dismiss
My minds' blood runs warm
It's glowing through my eyes
I'm beginning to awaken now
I float back and cut it's ties
My mind is forever his
Copyright 2003 changed_angel
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