...
But the second I chose
To embrace who I was
I plunged into a darkness
So thick
I lost my own reflection
...
and When I finally emerged
I saw a once-broken girl
Turn into the very demons
That tormented her
...
And she then turned
Into the very monsters
That made her suffer
In the land of supposed dreams
...
And that little girl
Was wiped from existence
Just. Like. That.
Never to be found
Ever again

An extension from my lips: a plead, so desperate.
Don't go, don't stay: stay somewhere faraway.
A trembling voice in the depth of where silence resides,
The fear of solitude, of what's left inside.
A scream unheard, unutterable,
A plead so desperate, so feeble.
Submission to the newest of moons,
Rotation of deeds, so fast, so soon.
Bloodshed or teardrops, comfort or lies: So hard to remember, so hard to decide,
Oh, the fear of solitude, of what's left inside.
Because what's unutterable will be uttered someday,
The music which alone will be faced.