I feel the blood flowing through my veins shredding my black heart to pieces, flowing out of me and into your soul. This is what you live for and what I die for.
How can you beat me down and tell me Iím nothing when you don't even know who I am, when everything I am and everything I do and all that Iíve given is for you.
You ask me if Iím still breathing... Am I?
I can see the evil in you... it gleams in your eyes. I can hear your voice but I donít want to listen. Strap me down and tell me everything will be all right, I trust you completely because you're all I have. What exactly am I supposed to do now that Iíve Let you beat me, can we play another game? Maybe I could win this time.
If I try to look away, will you kill me this time?
It doesnít really seem that youíre getting through to me, youíre getting madder even though Iím weeping so sweetly. I think Iím breaking down but you are just beginning.
I can see the sickness arising in you, violently... thereís no turning back now.
Bring on the violence, itís significant in my life. Bleeding now, Iím crying out, Iím falling down and Iím feeling nothing. Laughing now, youíre not stopping anytime soon, Iím reaching out and I feel nothing. You were wrong to take it from me and leave me feeling nothing. Crawling now, Iím beaten down, Iím tortured now and Iím feeling nothing. Hunted now, youíre stalking now, youíre killing me but Iím feeling nothing.
I can feel you ripping and tearing, feeding and growing inside of me.... yet I feel nothing.
I need this more than you can know.
Please give it back to me.