Look at what you've done
I used to enjoy the warmth of the sun
But locked away
Is where I stay
So thank-you for your time
But please give me back mine
Because it's starting to run out
And I've lost the energy to shout for help

the blood poured from her skin
but she never screamed in pain
her cuts always burned and itched
but she never did complain

every other injury
she'd sit and whine about
but she'd never cry out
the hurt she put upon herself

she wanted to live a normal life
but the monsters had a better idea
they manipulated her
then she made them a deal

"i'll hurt myself, you devils,"
she promised to the demons
but they raised it so many levels

now the girl is broken
she is ****** up and scarred
but what can she do now?
she never knew it would be this hard.

i dont know what
to do anymore.

i cant keep up
with everything;
im lost.

i guess i just
have to admit
that im done.

I am the architect
of my own destruction
So don't be under any assumption
That this is self inflicted pain
I just consume corruption
So when the devil returns
Relief is what I'll feel
Knowing this is the end of our deal

we keep them in cardboard boxes
old and frayed
with holes poked in the sides
so the gut wrenching wisps of
a flashback
can sneak out
and attack us
in the middle of the night