The killer’s inside, my mind is locked
Her voice gets louder and my control is blocked
Psychosis begins and in the mirror a fallen angel gives a smirk
She’s in my mind and her face and voice will always lurk
The cries of a girl that died so long ago
Her tears are something I will always know
She’s a beautiful, weak, fallen angel maybe 23 years old
It’s her voice that surrounds me, and into me she molds
The representation of the past is in her tears and voice
I can’t control it, she takes over my feelings without a choice
She is the part of me that was weak and I tried to kill
I wear her scar and when I hear her voice I always get the chills
She’s the poison that controls and eats my mind
My thoughts become weak as she intertwined
A mind of insanity
Unable to tell what’s fake from reality
From hallucinations to time, I have no clue
Memory loss is a part of it too
A fear to sleep with a schizophrenic mind
Outside my door the black winged angels are all I can find
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