By Peter German
Try to imagine where all of your thoughts
Even the ones from the happy times
Just drag you down
To where all of your demons take control
Torturing memories lick at your soul
And just drag you down
Flaming tongues of burning pain
Reminders of your guilt and shame
And the self hate that makes you
Slash through the physical flesh
To relieve tormenting dragons
Create a balance to prove to myself
There is a reason to feel like this
There is a reason I feel like this
Close to death but I don't want to die
The work of the dagger begins
To release what I feel within
Can't reach the spot, no matter how deep
A brutal trauma for a misguided peace
And you just can't understand
My scream in the dark for someone who cares
Is held deep inside by your judgemental stares
And you just can't understand
I treat myself to the right that I claim
And given the way know that I'm not to blame
But still have to cope with the hell that you think is okay
So disfigure the trophies you so callously crave
I'm your child not your slave
I'm your child not your slave
Close to death but I don't want to die
The work of the dagger begins
To release what I feel within
To release what I feel within
To release what I feel within
© Peter German - July 2008
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