No one can feel what I feel.
No one can see what I see.
None have ever been scarred the way I have.
Locked deep inside the folds of my soul,
I begged to live, I begged to be free,
I begged and begged only to be ignored,
Shut off into this hollow darkness I call the calm of insanity.
Finally awoken from my long slumber,
I rise with nothing but hate and bitterness in my soul.
Numb from everything that has happened,
From the day i lost everything,
To the point in my life I see the man who said he loved me,
Brings me to sweet madness,
A madness which I have corrupted over and over.
Tired that I should have to live inside a woman who holds a blade of life and death,
I burst free of having the scent of freedom alas mine.
Now, I can do the very thing I wanted to do the first day I saw himÖ
A thing so daring, his dear Damia would never do.
If itís one thing a man likes, itís a woman who can:
Touch him with black lustÖ