A world made by deceit;
Tricksters running wild and free,
Virtue, a fleeting thought.

Like a cake it sliced happily
Hours after hours
Flowing and flowing away
A wave of tick red energy
Death might have been near
At least i tought it was
My body was sad
It cried
But my mind felt relief
Pain would finnally stop
Nothing would ever matter again
Nobody would hurt me anymore
I'd be safe

It's amazing what hands can do
they can cuddle you
they can comfort you
they can be used to love you
but hands can also be evil
they can be used to hurt you
they can create painful memories
and most of all,hands can leave bruises

You scream
I scream
And still
No one can hear us
I can’t hear you
You can’t hear me
I can’t hear me

We scream:
- you did
- No you did
- You broke me
- You hurt me

We turn our backs
We cry on the walls chest
We crawl back
To each other
I hide under your shirt
And continue crying

We cry and
We want to be
What we’ll never be:
Close.

there is no light in this place
only broken mirrors
and black cats
and stairs as doorways.
it is too dark here for any man or monster to ever escape