I will live, in spite of the clatter in my head
I will live smearing my darkness all over
Nurturing the evil within
I will live to woe to those who are free
To pity those with no memory
I will live coved in my own shrine
My Fears as good as new
My guilt remain pristine
I will live, mourning my existence
Running in this endless maze
Feeling the sickening gaze
Knowing there is no way out
Unless..
