There is this black blood circulating within me
Not knowing when it had entered within
Should I speak of those little demons who crawl to me at night
Shocks of pain and tears constantly flow
Can't stop this madness
Helpless in the visions of my own doing
I suffocate and choke
Screaming on the inside
My black heart decays in the cold damp box
Don't know who had hidden the key
To unlock it free
Matters of the heart
Or is it just my unconsciousness becoming too strong
Just a puppet controlled by my emotions
I am helpless