i've become the mastermind
in this languid state
the existance belongs
to those who actually
care about what they
see facing them in
their horrid reflection.
do you see what
you want to see?
do you see what
you need to see
do you see what
you really are?
i'll hide you until
i myself can't find
you anymore, inside
a once cold and
ruthless heart, filled
with tangled vines
and constant tumultuous
agression and pain.
i want you to
see what's really me
i need you to
know what i am
i dare you to
climb inside.
i've banished all
ideals that have
anything to do with
joy and the emancipation
of my grief and constant
guilt that has
driven me for years.
i beg you to
know these eyes
i beg you to
touch this skin
I beg you
to work your magic.
and now, in a weakend
state of appeals
against the raging
madness that has
awakend, do I?
or don't I? and
who is really going
to answer me this time?
i've begun to
loose all hope
i've fogotten
how to love
i've lost
it all again.
