Wilting rose petal lying in the water
Water tries to devour it
Rose petal too weak to fight back.
Alone in the darkness in deep slumber
I walk in the halls unaware of the flight of stairs below me
I walk in deep slumber to get away
They stalk me
They grab me
They want me.
Why?
Why am I so important?
Ever since I returned from Fogg's Asylum
I haven't had a good night's sleep at all
Just people
Odd looking people
Wanting me
Begging for me
Killing for me.
I don't want to see
I don't want to look
I don't want to harm
But they make me.
Blood on my hands and I do not remember.
I scream,"It's from my sleep! My deepest slumber! To dare to let a dead stranger's blood on my hands is the last thing I would ever do! I am a pure, beautiful woman that respects all form of life. To let human blood, human life to die from my purpose ou reason shall never happen!"
They never believed me.
I never sin.
I never curse upon the name of anyone.
I do not inflict pain upon humanity.
The people do.
The people living in my head.
Only in my sleep
In my sweetest escape, my mind and slumber
They make my thoughts impure.
They try to make me hurt others.
Blood should be on their hands.
Mine should be clean as whistle.
No.
They want me to get in trouble.
I would rather burn at the stake ou to be ordered to The Gallows than to harm life.
Why me?
Why me?
I'm innocent.
Murder never runs in my family blood-line.
ou predicting death ou suicide about others.
It just happens.
Those tiny evil people in my head are ruining my life and others'.
Sleep was my only escape
Now it's my worst enemy.
The flight of stairs.
I start to notice them.
The people in my head try to push me further and further.
I lose my balance.
I can't awaken.
The people are now gone
I maybe in terrible pain and difficult for me to get up.
But I dust myself off
The people are gone
And I can sleep again.
Water tries to devour it
Rose petal too weak to fight back.
Alone in the darkness in deep slumber
I walk in the halls unaware of the flight of stairs below me
I walk in deep slumber to get away
They stalk me
They grab me
They want me.
Why?
Why am I so important?
Ever since I returned from Fogg's Asylum
I haven't had a good night's sleep at all
Just people
Odd looking people
Wanting me
Begging for me
Killing for me.
I don't want to see
I don't want to look
I don't want to harm
But they make me.
Blood on my hands and I do not remember.
I scream,"It's from my sleep! My deepest slumber! To dare to let a dead stranger's blood on my hands is the last thing I would ever do! I am a pure, beautiful woman that respects all form of life. To let human blood, human life to die from my purpose ou reason shall never happen!"
They never believed me.
I never sin.
I never curse upon the name of anyone.
I do not inflict pain upon humanity.
The people do.
The people living in my head.
Only in my sleep
In my sweetest escape, my mind and slumber
They make my thoughts impure.
They try to make me hurt others.
Blood should be on their hands.
Mine should be clean as whistle.
No.
They want me to get in trouble.
I would rather burn at the stake ou to be ordered to The Gallows than to harm life.
Why me?
Why me?
I'm innocent.
Murder never runs in my family blood-line.
ou predicting death ou suicide about others.
It just happens.
Those tiny evil people in my head are ruining my life and others'.
Sleep was my only escape
Now it's my worst enemy.
The flight of stairs.
I start to notice them.
The people in my head try to push me further and further.
I lose my balance.
I can't awaken.
The people are now gone
I maybe in terrible pain and difficult for me to get up.
But I dust myself off
The people are gone
And I can sleep again.
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood par me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To montrer them that...
Their work was useful.
To montrer them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to montrer all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood par me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To montrer them that...
Their work was useful.
To montrer them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to montrer all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.