Returned,
All my past is back in my head,
I run in circles all over again,
The man I was, I tried to kill,
He's not dead, But I'll pretend,
That he doesn't exist and sleep away,
My Regrets,
All my friends try to make their amends,
Life isn't something you apologise for,
I'm sorry,
My dislocated mouth has slipped up again,
I dribble spit accompanied by Words,
That makes you cry;

I twist my face and mend my looks,
As I stare at the filth in front of me,
As I run I read their tainted books,
I run free,
With chained ankles, I run free,

My Ravens,
Subside inside my heart,
They scratch and tear the flesh apart,
I clasp my chest to ease my pain,
Speak my words before I'm slain,

They'll open your head, and slip in lies,
They'll open your heart, and make it vile;

And when they shred your soul,
It's then that you'll cry;

So I pretend,
That all that I said is not real,
But I know,
I just turned another year,
Into guilt;
For I realise,
That all creation is wasted on these eyes,
And I close,
Myself up to every word I say;

But if I wasn't broken then what am I?
Because I don't understand,
How we all claim to be fine,
Trapped inside,
It's making me drown,
Trapped in me and causing me to scream loud,

My Ravens,
Subside inside my heart,
They scratch and tear the flesh apart,
I clasp my chest to ease my pain,
To Speak my words before I'm slain,

They'll open your head, and slip in lies,
They'll open your heart, and make it vile;

And when they shred your soul,
It's then that you'll cry;

Kneel before me,
For I am your damned King,
I am the emptiness,
Confusion is what I bring,

These Ravens,
Hold me up crowned,
I'll take a deep breath,
And hope that they've drowned,
Hope that they are not found,
Stay silent and make no sound,
These Ravens;

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