Trapped In My Own Mind.

Revenge is what I need.
Blood is what I taste.
Red is the only colour I see.

LET'S KILL THE HUMAN RACE!

Trapped in my own mind, sitting in a corner.
Rocking back and forth as I argue.
Not with myself, no not again.

My dark side takes over. Let the fun begin.

The reason I've succumbed to the darkness is because it's my sould way of telling me that I've had enough.

Trapped.
it's what I am.
Trapped.
it's what I've become.

As to not kill the ones I
L.o.v.e

by Delia Leeanne

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