IRC-Galleria

I am the words of hate, the fists of violence
I am all those bad memories, I am the remaining trauma
I control your life of misery, I keep you walking
I am your never ending paranoia, telling you the truth
I am the one who makes you jump, the one who makes you kill
I am the one who makes you lie and pretend

I took you under my black wings, when someone hurt you badly
I gave you my scythe so you can end it all nicely
Darling, you are never alone, I am always there telling you what to do
I may not be pretty sometimes, I admit my eyes can fall off
But I always look like you, my friend

They call me D
I'm in your head