Ask me about the river of death
about stones unmoved and coins on eyes.
Ask me about the silent sleep
and one last tear at the corner of your eye.
Ask me about the darkness
that few understand and multitudes fear.
Ask me about the darkness
that holds us, surrounds us, and binds us together.
This is
the place
I find peace
This is
one way
I can release
This is
the thing
I can justify
This is
the thing
I believe.
Light is a thief trying to invade
where darkness exists with no effort at all.
This rape takes place and light breaks through
and color is their bastard child.
Ask me what I think beauty is
about blood-stained roses and a waist-chain cross.
Ask me why I choose my words
how I speak so little but say so much.
You dare to talk about my dark side
Iâm sure your concience is satisfied
as you look at the man in the mirror and lie
trying to fool your own feeble mind.
I won't lie
I won't die
I won't fear
I don't judge
I don't kill
Unless I must
I feel love
I feel lust
I won't lie
I don't steal
I can feel
I can cry
I won't lie
I don't forgive
I don't forget
I don't condemn
I don't regret.
I try to be true
I try to be honest
I think that makes me real.