She is beautiful
But
She is ugly
Her physical appearance
Hides an inner one

She would say the right things
When she doesn't mean them
She would say she understands
When she can't

She is beautiful
And her image haunts my dreams
But her actions haunt my thoughts
And have become
My waking nightmare

I don't know
Just when it got so dark
The night so cold
And I can't see the stars
I can't believe
The man that I became
Blood on my hands
I'm the one to blame

I've been a man lost and hurt
Trying but tired

Out of control

I can't escape my mind, there's a sickness growing Inside for these feelings I can't abide...im constantly looking back at my conscience it had provoked a fire in my heart in which cannot be tamed...when two worlds collide only one can be hung on the wall and framed...