What do I speak like things are only known to me?
Why is it that I cannot focus my eyes?
Why is it that I cannot concentrate on a conversation but manage to observe every single detail?
I find myself living in a delusional world.

The night sky feels as though it has never been darker
With the fleeting hope of vengeance compelling me
I will attempt to recollect myself and resume my chase
But what is it that I'm chasing, am I really chasing anything at all?
Or am I simply drowning myself in revenge to avoid the horrifying truth?

I've lost the only thing that made me feel truly alive
Are my hands responsible, are his? Who was he?
Who was the madman that stood before me tonight?
I swear I've seen his face before
I know I've seen his face before

Surrender to nothing,
or give up what ive...

Sometimes I love how heartaches succumb
thats always better than denial
and suggestive 'love' sounds.

Life's vicious cycle

i'm your karma.

Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for?
Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for?
When they know they're your heart
And you know you were their armour
And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her
But what happens when karma, turns right around and bites you?
And everything you stand for, turns on you to spite you?
What happens when you become the main source of her pain?