Why can’t I be me without shadows dwelling, compelling me to
My soul hides, divides, becoming someone else….
I’ve hung myself many times, but never die….
I am manly, womanly, insane, dribbling riddles
from my mouth….
I wonder why I have to fuck with emotions, either
bend over or spread, I just need to be fed….
I sin with white collars on, and dined on fiendish
They walk my dark halls, weaving in and
out, passing me around, one right after the
other….I am famished…..
I never know who I am, seeing the other
side of after…life…..
Apart of me wants Heaven, the other Hell….
Why can’t I have both, being wicked in white….
I like to stir darkness behind holy lies….
I like arousing you, giving you a peek at
teasing to love me, leaving deceased….
Marking ones that ever touched me, lips
speaking spells, making deals to the dead….
I already belong to them, cold….
I like taking these strolls with you, the moon
appearing during the day, waiting for me to close
On strings, how would you make me dance?
Penetrated, withdrawn, possessed, I ramble,
Scraped, bleeding I lick my wounds….
Night beckons, in dreams I can be me….