The clock was ticking,
Me, myself,
Drowning in madness,
!Here comes once again¡
The thief of my childhood, the confusion of my youth,
The corner,
I sat on the corner,
Tears and anger,
I blame myself, But Should I?
It’s a mechanism,
Something out of my control,
Happiness?
Desperation?
Hunger for perversion?
Fear of repression?
Think, think,
!Make it works¡
It could be my punisher or my sweet vengeance?
I want to hate the feeling,
But sometimes I love it,
Can somebody help me?
I’m in danger…
And I don’t know how can I help it,
I’m the danger.