in the shadows where I was born of hate

 
in your quiet days, when you sit back and observe me,
I can feel you there, you know?

I need the contact of blood and bone
I need the personal touch
the up close kind, but ultimately I know you will pull away from me
preferring the shadows from which to taste me,
to get the realest version of me there is

I hurt when you pull back
I forget you then for awhile
but somewhere in the madness I know
at the front of my mind, I am alone

you watch me being pulled out to sea
and even pray from the shoreline I will drown

it hurts to love me...

with an ache so great it seeks you where you are
down deep in the depths
you feel me in your guilt and pain
my ghost haunts your jaded mistrust of the world

I peer into you looking for my reflection
it's there in your eyes
we have been always and will be again
energies of torment
we were created for pain

I will see you on the other side of sanity
where I masturbate to your hate