Acts

Haunted
By the thing I dare not breathe
Yet here I am revealing
Every bloody deed
Don't know why I never
Thought of it before
I know I tried a few times
But in the end they died
Retribution of my psyche
Eternally denied
Now it seems this woman
Who tells me who I am
She has got me bleeding
And profusely I must say
I haven't stopped
For a third of the year
Though some is repeated
Still I set it down
For as each day passes
I begin to smile
I thank her for her love
For letting me
Be the one
To reveal myself

© 2005, Mosquitobyte