I'm at home and I'm lost
In my thoughts again
This is why I hate
Being alone

Alone is when my consciousness
Decides to pick away at me
Pulling apart all the little
Pieces of me

My troubles dance in my brain
My worries wrap their hands
Around my heart
My regrets breathe on the back of my neck
And my suicidal counterpart
Whispers in my ear

No, he doesn't whisper
He screams
Everything that I've tried to forget
He reminds me of
Watching the walls I've built
Fall, crumbling to the earth
He laughs maniacly

He's the part of me that
Tells me to sin
He's the part of me
That won't let me forgive.

In my meditations I hear him call
My name from his place of darkness
Inviting me sweetly
But I know he's got a knife behind his back
And he just longs to see me bleed
And the good parts of me die,
Slowly