The voices were telling me get rid of them before they got rid of you
so put your black gloves on
sharpen your knife
leave no evidence of the warm blood that spewed from your once cherished loved ones
But don't run
Your innocent
They did you wrong so you did the right thing, thing they would tell me
Cause I had to get rid if them
Before they got rude of me.
The ideas and thought that filled my head
Vicious and terrifying
And if you dove deep down in my soul
You would find the black seed that never grew
Had a heart bugger then the world
Just never used it.
Cause mind was a roller coaster, heart racing, pulse quickening
Full of spiral twist
I would go in and out of reality
Black out where yesterday was nothing but a blur
The voices would tell me get rid if the bad vibes
Negativity
Anything that doesn't make you happy
Including yourself
Cause I lived in the dark side if the universe
where death came quickly and unexpected
Where they lived fast
And died young.
But the idea of erasing myself from society
Just wouldn't go
I enjoyed the thrill to let it go
Even if that meant sacrificing my happiness and hurting the people around me it was exciting but scary at the same time the scary conclusion that I am unlovable.
Because loving me meant that dealing with my baggage
my voices
my tendency to enjoy a struggle Soul screaming out in agony as they take their last breath
Cause in this thing called life there wasn't a such thing as a life preserver
So for the safety of both of us
Just promise to live no forever
Because when you stop
I will get rid if you
Before you get rid of me.
