Behind...

Screaming calls for all to hear,
but they still have yet to fear.
What lies deep down inside,
the wonderful darkness in witch you hide.
Bright red walls rot to black,
once your gone there's no coming back.
The fevered voices in your head,
fill you with increasing dread...

Shut them up,
shout them out.
Cut their throats,
till thick blood pours,
on the floors,
on the walls.
In your soul,
filling the hole,
left behind,
By all the traitors.
By all the haters.
By all the ones you use to call,

friends...

Stay with me till the end,
but that's ever too long.
You leave me behind.
You robbed me blind.
Its my fault i guess,
I caused you distress.
So they always leave,
marks under my sleeve.
The soft flushed skin,

broken...

Dreams.
They die,
they fail,
they fall.
To the ground,
not a sound,
never to be found.
We shed them like tears,
kill them with our fears.
What do we get,
all the regret,
hurt and upset,
never forget.
The scars of dying dreams,
carved in my skin.
Once oozing red bliss,
that i frequently miss...

Take it,
take it all.
Make me call,
from the bottom.
Where corpses rotten.
Lay like a bed,
all covered in red.
Drown in the well,
so nobody can tell.
The secrets that dwell,
within the minds.
They all left,

behind...

The bedroom door,
do you dare to explore?