I'm leaving dents in my palms
where my nails are digging in
i guess i'm just trying
to get this darkness out of my skin
marks on my pale legs
from scars made long ago
I've been wandering around for ages
spending this year as a ghost
I learnt that love is for children
and I am all grown now
people have poisoned my chalice
bestowed to me my thorn crown
I don't know where I am going
does it matter where i've been?
Roads leading nowhere
but palaces of sin
should i stay?
should i go?
i wish these monsters
would leave me alone.