Do I listen to my head?
Should I really be dead?

I try to fight back,
But it continues to attack,
I say it's lying,
Or am I just denying?

There is no point to my existence,
These dark thoughts come at me with persistence,
Hard to ignore,
Loud as a roar,

I'm not sure who's telling the truth any more.

*n.l.b

This is a hard battle,
I'm trying my best not to rattle,
Split in two,
Who do I listen to?

One says wilt,
And fills me full of guilt,
The other says bloom,
And escape this doom.

A constant game of tug of war,
I'm not even sure what I'm fighting for.

*n.l.b

I am in no doubt,
I cannot get out.

No matter what I do,
No matter what I say,
I will continue to decay.

I am not even me,
I cannot break free.

I am a machine,
Taking orders off the Queen,
I know she's wrong,
But I'm not strong,
What if this continues lifelong?

With one glance,
I'm under her trance,
A promise of peace,
But the price will just increase,
She takes it all,
Then gladly watches me fall.

She's taken over me completely,
But I just want to be free,
Is it an impossibility?


*n.l.b

She sits in her cell,
Pretty sure she's in hell,
The walls trapping in the gloom,
How will she ever bloom?

I see her figure slightly behind the imaginary bars,
Arms faintly lined with scars,
Her eyes smeared with black,
Did I just hear her bones crack?

Long black hair,
With an unknown despair,
She could try and explain,
But who would understand her pain?

She regrets her birth,
Knowing she doesn't belong on this Earth,
Drastically misplaced,
Then relentlessly chased.

She drives a blade through her fading heart,
A desperate attempt to stop them tearing her apart.

*n.l.b