I'm so elated now,I've seen the world
with eyes that don't belong to me,
but to the people I despise.

I wanted to be a friend,but friends
cannot be lovers.
All my mates are dead,I chained
them in my bed,under the blood stained covers
and sucked their glare
for good.

I am urged to make them suffer
for all they did was to stare.
I only want to play,I don't mind with who or where.
for I have lost my self,that cursed night...
and all my dreams were shed,out of mind and sight.

They cut off my pride,took the bouquet
from the bride.
Shaved the wolf and plucked the canary's tongue.
When they slayed my hand,I cannot understand
how to right the wrong.

I always played the slave,I know so well to crawl.
but it seems they have forgotten,
I have a dominatrix soul.

My lies can be redeemed,for all the pain is within
and I lost my talent to create.
I'm a victim of fate,yet I don't like to to admit it...
at least often.

Deflowered flowers around,petals drift on the ground
and I look at the bandages...accidental causes alright
a crush and nothing there.I wake up and I think I
feel my fingers again.

Wish I could go to hell,so I could tell the devil
that it was not my fault,but I was unable
to get out or leave,so all i did was to scream
thinking that my lungs would explode.

So I want my soul sold,to a devil
or a god
to give me back my hope.
and let me live again.