No, NO! I feel it coming back once more.
It has taken me prisoner just as before.
The pure water begins to run red,
And once more I hear the beast inside my head.
How can I fight it? How can I win?
I don't want to go through this again.
I need you to bring me back to life,
Because I'm tired of staining the floor with this knife.
Which is my pain and hate materialized.
And for what? Is this numbness my prize?
Is this the price that I must pay
To keep this terrible beast at bay?
Why won't you save me! before you cared...
Am I not worthy? Shall I not be spared?
What heppened to you? you used to be fine...
YOU had the knife: YOU cut my line.
So here I lie, In a pool of my own blood.
Waiting for you to save me from the flood.
Here I am: wounded and low.
Will you ever come for me? I shall never know....