Not Anymore

Out on the edge of the night, on the edge of the knife,

Drenched in moonlight, intoxicating sense of power,

Dizzying heights and a lust for chaos.

 

Insomnia and waking nightmares have blurred out all of the

Limits marked into my consciousness; your chains made out of guilt

Have set me free and made me stronger.

 

Bad habits, compulsive silences, I will no longer retreat into this

Shell of broken, worn-out fantasies; don't make me wait for you to heal,

I'm not your daughter of hell and hatred anymore.

The End

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