Wild thoughts are running in my head
Can't hold them down;
They won't stop until they are dead.
Run red streaks
Hide their blue cheeks
in the jungle of my mind.

Hurry, faster
They will catch up
They stop at nothing
to rip your heart out
and expose every inch of your tar-like soul.

Take me to a doctor
it got me.
I can't breathe anymore.
It's gotten the best of me.
The *****,bony hands
have grabbed me,
stolen me of vacancy.
It hurt my delicate
and poor
sanity.

I will tell you
a secret...

Bury the past...

then you will be
Free...

Shielded myself from everyone else
No one knew where to find me.
You carved into the walls I built around me.

The stones said that he loved me,
it must be true.
He spends all his days out here carving,
who else is he carving to?

Love with all you have,
because God forbid
the day you wake up unable to love.
The emotions becomes foreign
and tugs at your head,
strangles your throat,
and psychopathy engulfs you.