The blood on your hands
Dirt under your nails
The hair on your arms

Your clothes ripped to shreds
Eyes full of hate, full of rage
You remember this monster

This demon of your soul
The animal with you
The creature that drives you to kill

The shadow of heart
Few people have seen this side
Even less have lived to tell about it

Even they can not tell anyone about this silhouette of your mind
Driven insane by this sight
Just remember this, it is locked within you

Left behind in time,
Here I lie I begin to cry,
No one to save my soul,
Left behind in eternal cold.

Now I see time pass me by,
Forgotten by all I wonder why,
Where have I gone, what I have done,
Why am I the only one!

Left behind in eternal Spite,
Thrown out in the forsaken night,
I can’t replace you loving face,
The memories of the Happy place.

You have forgotten me,
Left me behind with out need,
Why did you leave me in the snow?
Where did it all go so wrong?

Now I’m lost with out a home,
Forgotten by you and all that I love,
I fall slowly into despair,
Into the darkness I disappear.

Can you hear my sorrows?
Do you know how it feels?
Just to know that there is no tomorrow.
That here alone I cannot feel.

How do I stand when your not there,
Alone in a dark room so very near.
Held in there upon the wall,
Held inside the dark mirror on the wall.

Ever so near.
Yet always out of the away.
Can you hear me?
I can't just stay away.

I watched you when you have strayed,
And when you cried that very night.
How I wanted to hold you on your last night,
For the moon itself had cried white.

I tried and tried,
To alas no avail.
To brake my bounds,
And leave my cell.

The flash of lighting,
That cast me in shadow.
Left in my mind a image forever,
But you where lying so very still.

Silhouetted by the blood red moon from the window sill,
Your hair laid a crossed your face in a pleasant way.
For the pain of the arrow,
That parted your heart,
Had also torn mine apart.

The darkness is my friend.
It hides the things I sometimes fear.
Pain is my escape.
It masks the things I used to feel.
The shadows are my friends.
Their silhouettes my shielding cloaks.
I pray the dark will never end.
My soul is bound in chain and rope.
One of the eternal damned.
Alone here in the mist.
Awaiting you and your blood I stand.
Hoping someday my soul can rest.
The razor.
It is part of me.
It saves me.
Yet torments me.

I sit here lonely
in the corner of the hated
Why, because I choose to
They are not my friends
none of the people are
Only the ghosts who see
They know the insides
They know the hidden
It is all clear to them
just as it is to me
from my vantage point of hate
The ones who are true
are who know what I mean
They are the ghosts
who sit in the corner of the hated
So in the end I am not alone
though I look it to some
who deserve what they give
and they gave us hate
So let them boil
Within themselves
and by themselves