Anxiety, the ever damnable beauty
You twisted my love into sins
You bend my trust into truths;
You are a rose that doesn't have thorns
Instead you're armed with thousand swords,
And in them I found myself
Always wounded—
Always I fold.

In the end I am a jester,
Laughing like a fool,
Kneeling in front the gallows
About to lose my darling head;
The stench of all the depraved
Mixed into a harrowing essence called Despair
Seeping into my soul as it pollute the air.

Darkness hugs me as my only friend
Crystals stained the pillows in my bed;
I know there's no problem
But you cunning devil incessantly whispered to me,
That they are always near.

Look what they done thee,
God shifted in breeze.
Now that I’m all free,
Still Devil disease.
Burden the broken,
To wear what used chains.
Silent High spoken,
Black blood paper stains.
In time finding faith,
I shed what it takes.
To become the wraith,
Found voodoo make breaks.
Freedom bleeds from skin,
Setting soul within…

i want to **** myself so badly,
to just disappear from this horrible life.
i must admit i'll gladly
take the devil's deal to get a knife
to carve my fragile heart out.
i'm scared of pain-
but at the same time, it entrances me.
i watch the little beads of blood again,
slowly forming into a puddle.
dancing on my wrist

Of course everything is falling apart. Your new life will cost you your old one.