It was great for awhile, nothing good ever lasts;
the damage is done, but how does this help anyone,
too good to fade away, I just want to breathe.
I hate my soul so much and I just can’t change,
I’m on my own in a sea of darkness, I can’t swim so well
and I won’t drown fast, can’t call out for help.
They don’t allow it – the demons in my head,
see this girl – she’s a fake, a phony, nothing’s real
but the melancholy.
I can’t be saved because I ease myself with razor blades,
I don’t know if this is revenge or some last cry;
I’m not a writer or artist of any kind;
I tell how it is ‘No once upon a time,
I’m masked by children and death is on my mind,
God help me for I have sinned,
A wolf can’t blow this down, a knight can’t break it in,
I sealed it shut so not a creak of sun or sound can be fed-
just distant distortion of a world unseized.