Troubled heart
Burns with anger.
Weary soldier
Wounded by fire.
Lonesome creature,
Stabbed by a dagger.
Hurting soul,
Needing a releaser,
Needing to know
That I can breathe.

Standing in a graveyard,
Before the tomb.
Dark and gloomy night,
Without a moon.
Demons scream from the graves
And souls cry to be set free.
They reach out to touch me,
I can't set them free.

I tried to hurt myself,
That's true.
What's stopping me?
It's you.
I was going to do it,
Then I had a thought that made me stop.
What was it?
It was you.

Restless soul does
Burns with fire.
Lonesome, weary
Weathered creature.
Bid me safety,
Bid me shelter.
Allow the river,
The crimsom river,
To freely flow within me.

I dream a world,
Where people see who I am
And not the person I pretend to be.
They understand what one goes through,
They don't judge or critize you.
One does not catergorize,

A piece of wood that holds my thoughts
Through this thing my faith was bought.
Releasing all my tears to you.
The wood is stained with blood.
The reminder of your love.

You laugh at me but that's okay
I don't mind a bit.
I'm better than that
You laugh because I"m different
That's okay with me.
Because when you turn around there I'll be

It's the dead of night,
Silence is deafening.
The only light is cast from the moon.
Dressed in a white flowing gown,
The figure seems to be a ghost,
Walking near the lake.

I hold the weapon high,
I'm ready.
The metaphore of my attacker,
He caused me such fright.
My flesh the innocent victim
Who feels so much guilt and shame.
Then it comes, the pain

Seething, bleeding
Crying, screaming.
Deathly wounded,
Secret prodding.
I was Daddy's little girl,
Until that day.

Daddy turned into a monster
And I was made to stay,

My blood flows with vengeance,
Vengeance I can't explain.
Blood spills from my wounds
A crimson river of pain.
My story you should not pity,
For no one else hears my cries.

Nothing seems to be going right
And everything's a blur.
I lie in bed and wonder if I can take it anymore
My head is splitting and my thoughts are jumbled
And I wonder if this is the beginning

I'm just a ghost
A figure of your imagination
Seen but not believed
Lost and tortured soul searching for my place
Then there was you
You saw through the shadows
And recognized me for who I am

I have a secret
A secret I've never told
A secret that might ruin
Life's perfect little mold.

I've hid it for years
Never telling a soul
Afraid of the unseen consequences