Is it weird I still feel lonely
When I sit here, in the night?
You'd think I'd grow accustomedÂ
As I've never seen the light.
A consuming of the darkness
And I all but disappear.
None care what I am doing.
None even know I'm here.
And while they do not see me,
I see perfect, everything.
And so I love the color of
Those panties that you're wearing.
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I'm pulled right to your window
By forces I can't see.
The voices on the other hand
Are constant company.
The pulling just gets stronger;
The voices, deafening.
If I could feel emotions
This just might be frightening.
Inside your home now running.
(Not quite what I had planned)
I sprint right up your stairwell,
Cold steel gripped in my hand.
And with the voices, burst in
Like wolves hunting in packs.
But instantly a sobering;
I stopped dead in my tracks.
Not sure what I expected;
Many times I've taken life.
Frozen, staring at the blood
All on her arms and knife.
Her eyes weren't holding fear
As our eyes held, embraced.
Then, both looking to my arms
At scars my blade once traced.
I guess this is a small world,
Even if you are insane.
She knows the voices in my headÂ
And she knows them each by name.
We are not suicidal;
We cut so we can feel.
I took her to her neighbors house
Where she felt of her first kill.