From Damnation to Salvation

You're a spector in the shadows that only I can see.

My constant companion, constantly demanding, constantly commanding.

I can always hear your angelic voice, whispering your sweet lies, like honey over jagged shards of glass.

I saw your trechery, but the numb was like a home to me, a sanctuary.

Lies! It was a cemetery.

A place for me to die my own private suicide. Slow and on the sly.

A place where I was replaced and some stranger was now wearing my face.

You're always within reach, your willing hands begging to please, but your touch is diseased.

You're leprosy. Rot and decay is all you achieve.

You made me belive in the fallacy that you, and only you, loved me.

No one else, only you.

Say a lie enough times and it becomes true.

They all tried. They begged and they cried. And I just denied.

Denied.

Denied.

Denied.

If there was a problem, it was their`s, never mine.

And of course you agreed. It's them, not us.

So I conceded you're the only one I can trust.

And I needed you to be near, to feel that rush.

It was a need that outweighed everything else.

Including myself.

Especially myself.

So, for you I put my life of a shelf.

I became the only witness to the sickness

I inflicted on myself.

But since those long past days of vomit and candy,

when the music was the only reason people could stand me.

Your influence waned and could no longer command me.

I've grown stronger the longer I admit that you dammed me.

Though you may never really ever truly leave me in peace.

You will be a constant reminder that salvations always within reach.