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It's a poem that has a special meaning to me. While I was trying to figure out who I was. |
| Tempting thoughts of murder Creeping into my mind Seeing the knife slash a victim As I walk and look behind Remorsing none of the act Or the reprocutions that follow As a matter of fact Inside I feel hollow While the wind of emotions Blow through my soul I recognize the face Of the victim I've slain I look into the mirror All I feel is vain For the person that I've slain I've hated with great pain To realize my life I have taken to gain Control of my other side For fear I can not hide I've slain my better half To continue life after death Watched myself fall Then breath my last breathe I took control of my other side For the fear I couldn't subside I've slain my better half To continue life after death Watched myself fall Then breath my last breathe |