I sit in a room lit by a candleA silver line in my hand catches my eyeAble to release the thoughts that I can’t handleKnowing what will happen I give a sighA crimson line appears as the silver touches my skinI slide the blade and the line grows longerIf I try to fight it I would never winIt is like an undying hungerI watch the crimson but don’t feel its painI watch the crimson as I go insane

The sight before meIt fills me with pityThe only thing I seeAnd it isn’t prettyIts twisted form Its crimson eyesI can’t wait for mornAnd escape its lies The demon of my nightmaresAnd its evil stares

The ones I can’t seeThe voices I hearThey follow meBut I do not fearThey do not cause painThey are not meanBut I am not sure that I am saneNeither are the ones that can’t be seenThey have been there since birthAnd won’t leave till I return to the earth