Kevin Fisher

They say that there is good and evil in everyones heart
With me theres more
It feels like inside my mind is a neverending war
Some are good
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Trapped like a bird in a cage
Never to be freed
Twenty years have past and I've bottled up all my rage
No visitors and nothing to do so I watch as I make myself bleed
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Everyone is born so innocent
As your body ages your darkness raises
Your good is gone and you begin to try to repent
Repent for all your past sins
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I told myself it would be just one prick
Sticking it in felt so good
I took out the needle
Only for a second
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Her eyes are greater then any treasure on this earth
There more beautiful then an emarald
Looking into thoughs eyes is like swimming in a large ocean of green
They are the most beautiful things I've ever seen
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We demons can't love
We demons can't cry
We have no true feelings at all
We are hunters
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When you come around my body trembles
It becomes hard to think and hard to speak
My heart begins to beat
It goes faster and faster
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I was nothing more then a drunk, drug abuser who hurt himself
I remember stabbing myself over and over with a needle just for a line of cocaine
I heard voices in my head telling me to hurt myself for drugs
I saw people dieing all around me getting killed by gangs or ODing drugs
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She has a heart of glass and she left it in my hands
I know I must be careful for it can easily be broken
We have a long conversation yet every word was unspoken
I hold onto your glass heart gently
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F**k the world and all who inhabit it
I love them not, yet some love me still
They love me still, but I hate them greatly
F**k them
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I tried to take my life
But she came and took my knife
She said everything would be ok
And that nothing is worth taking your life away
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I walk this lonely road
No cars and no sign of life
The black burning street melting my flesh
I run to what looks to be a person but its only a mirage
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You walk into his chamber
The smell is horrible but the sight is worse
Humans dangling from the ceiling on hooks
Men and women, some living others dead
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Oh my love how I love thee
Hand on thy cheek and our lips are touching
Slideing my hand to thy bosoms
Hurry to me anon
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Is sorry enough to right your own wrongs
Is sorry enough to fully be forgiven
Is sorry meaningful or is there no point at all
Is sorry special or just a word
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Though these cuts aren't deep, there deep enough to bleed
Its the blood I really need
Scars can be seen on my body but its the mental scars that should be seen
All this f**ked up s**t thats stuck in my mind
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Run up quickly and I'll slit your f**king throat
I'll make a small gash on your stomach
Then I'll finish by tearing your flesh from the gash to your neck
Break your rib cage and rip out your heart
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They were little people only a few centameters tall
If you wasn't paying attention you wouldn't see them at all
They are all looking at me with their dark and leering eyes
What could have caused this I wondered
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Your knees begin to shake
Your lip starts to quiver
Nothing but silence as I'm cutting out your liver
Your pain is my pleasure
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Love
Love is a lie
A myth
They say they love you but they always cheat
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