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If you crawl into my dreams,

You won’t find what you want to see,

A hidden mirror that is the dark,

It’s the reality of me.



The pathways are like stone,

You cannot see the light,

Its something that’s misunderstood,

I swear it’s not in spite.



I never knew of heretics,

No one saw the truth,

They can’t distinguish what it is,

Only I’m not aloof.



It deserves some attention,

The part of me that’s alone,

It may not be the brightest star,

But it proves I am not a drone.



You may want to punish me,

Not want this to be read,

But if torture’s what you want from me,

Please go right ahead.



Gash me with a whip,

Cut me with your knife,

Lick my blood up with your tongue,

It's a symbol of my life



When you’re done with the deed

Let all my birds go,

If I can’t be myself,

Then I’ve got to be low.



I take my knife to my wrist,

I let it touch the skin,

What will people think of this,

“What state she must be in?”



There’s a fear that’s running high,

A thought that’s never-ending

I cannot press further down

And you’ll never see me crying.



You wont try to help me,

Because all you see is smiles,

You’ll never know the darkness

It goes on for miles.