“How Can you say that?”

Because I’m evil, no?

“Why would you think that?”

Because it’s happened before.

“You need help, I’m sorry I can’t.”

No, help doesn’t help. You don’t.

“Open up- come out, please.”

Scratch my head, then I wake up.

Want the real me? Nah.

Go away, stop knockin’.

No one’s answering.

Stop botherin’.

Grab the knife.

Love the pain, yeah.

What? It’s my life.

Oozing, throbbing away.

Taking out my anger.

Nod to myself, see?

Give into the whispers.

“Can anyone hear me?”

Pace the floors, to and fro.

Confuse you with my ruts.

Have you wondering why.

“By golly, Bucky, she’s nuts.”

Half the chance and she’d reach

out and crush your heart…

She’s insane, babe.

A piece of art.

Watch you die and breathe you in.

Loving the way darkness closes…

If I didn’t know better- her worst sin;

Loving an angel of a boy, like you.

Hear the screams and the sirens.

They swim, they scratch.

Clawing up her senses.

She’s not normal-

No, insane.

The pain, the hurt- years of fears.

Nah, ain’t got no time for the bullshit.

Take a swing and clip an angel’s wing.

Turn around and do it again.

Challenge Satan at his own game.

Take his fame and his name.

Can’t stop me now, nah.

See the sky reddening?

It’s coming, I won’t have mercy.

Now… ain’t it saddening?

Watch out, blade in your back.

Afraid?

Oh baby, you should be.

It’s you I come for.