All my convincing lies,
Arise to the surface
I wish not to scare you deeply
I dare to tell you the truth that
Your seeking


I got some demons Locked inside me
In which may blind you
But murderous **** me
I got some sins
I could not release from my mind
It's so wicked


I could not free my soul from the devil
It holds me so coldly
I am a rebel
When my nightmares become me
I cry tears
But only barely
For what I have become
And the things I have done

~Isabella Rose