Asphyxia
When I forgot to sing
It killed me slowly
Looking past all the things
That once made me human
And in my mystery
A dreary smile
Memories stay far from me
The weak and alone
I walked a short way
Though my legs danced as if a mile
Concoctions just like me
Yet with them I refuse a smile
Asphyxiation for every time
I was infested on their mind
Wishing to play pretend
Pretend,I could be
Out,yet wanted
I want to look like myself
I beg her not to do it
A gothic misery
A gloomy Saint
I wash away my self
Clash my blood with the paint
May you hear my thoughts whispering
The lovely song I cannot sing
And I will be human again
With all the internal damaging
That I have brought upon myself
I lay and play pretend
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