im in a dark little room

im in a dark little room and there’s no one i can see
someone else is in here. i wish i could see

i feel the walls and cant find a door
i scream for myself as a curl up on the floor

as he circles my space my fear smells sweet
hes so cold and quiet yet i can feel his heart beat

i screamed in vain til my throat was sore
in his quiet candor i could feel him want more

i dont know this man but i have all my life
hes slashing my soul with his big sharp knife

if i knew him, id hate myself
ive always wished he was someone else

i really can’t wait for this night to end
im scared to death of my ugly friend

if i kill him, he will kill me
id kill myself and then id be free

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