The Change
I was a kind and gentle soul,
when suddenly and violently it changes.
The darkness rising and feeding, creating a hole
as I keep turning the pages.
My reflection grows more sinister
the murder, death, suicide, stirring in my head
Forget the minister
i would prefer the soothing feeling of the white hot lead
I wont say I wont try it again
because these nightmares are pushing me closer.
There is no way you can defend
this feeling will run you over like a bulldozer
This evil is rising
and all that was good has died.
All that is left is fighting
if I said I was coming back to you I lied.
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