What am I doing here?
My head is filled with fear
My heart is pounding fast
Twisting and dying fast
Was it a dream or was it real?
The blood on my hands, so hard to conceal
Unsure of it all, don't know what I feel
This knife in my hand, the cold taste of steel
The waves of emotion
They sweep over me
So hard to control
My dark tendencies
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