It need not be a secret anymore,
but this human ears could not bare,
its soul shook

Shattered dreams into pieces,
now...my fears,
One of my darkest miseries in the unhealthy morid past day,
had been my hatred of all things living, for i was not

I was then soul shook
Back to reality
Sprang with life

But i am one of few who have experienced and returned from death,
I am one of few who have felt such a great pain that they would choose death
over life in a minute

For i am one,
almost alone in this world
lost, trapped, trying to ecscape

Sometimes i wonder...
If i were to leave again what would people think,
Would they even notice the chosen departure of my life?
and then if suddenly id live again just for a moment and then leave once
again,
would they try and find me, even if it was brief?

Other days while im wasting away on a shattered life,
ill just sit back and think how things use to be,
god... i was so alive, and vivid, over flowing with creativity
What happened to that me?

Ill tell you what happened sure enough,
evil had taken over me, started comming to me in my dreams
It made me raise that blade to my wrist,
forced me to do as it pleased

And i was un able to break free,
so i stayed like that, it was the new me

And here i am today, satans little spon
With the evil still over flowing inside of me
unaware of truly what ive become......

This is me, how i stand today
 
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