Jittery and alone in my room
I run through a list in my head
My grades are okay, my friends are okay, my family is okay
my girlfriend is amazing, my life is doing just fine.
So why why why why why why
do I find myself thinking of that black room that I locked up
in the back of my head?
The one with all my anger and darkness and blood and razors
and all the insanity and pain.
It's just so ******* ****** up that I
want to go there again and indulge in that rich, filthy blackness
and embrace it again.
I made promises...that I wouldn't
I
I
Welcome back those demons and give them my blood, body and life