I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry.
I didn't know what came over me.
All of these thoughts, all of these ideas.
All of them just feel so..natural.
I'm not the same..not as I once was.
Not as I was way back then,
and I never plan on going back.
I'm scaring you? Is that your real excuse?
I can't help that who I once was was stolen!
that it was ripped away from me!
So what if I've changed!? I'm no less of a monster!
Isn't that what you always say?!
Isn't that what you want me to believe?!
You're so damn confusing and I can't even...
I'm..sorry.
I guess I lost it again didn't I?
My bad..I'll try harder to contain it next time.
I'll try..to keep the beast inside of my conscience.
The voices, the voices screaming my name,
The constant pressure to sin and end it all...
The constant scratching at the walls.
Nothing is the same, when you're insane.
©vexed_poet
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