I think Im rotting on the inside. way down deep inside my soul... Ive built this little coffin that I live in every day. I peek out every day or so to see those ghosts at play. Ive got my knife right by my side. I keep it warm, I hold the blade. I want to keep watch, keep hold... for when they come to take my soul away. Ive got this fear living inside me. it keeps me crippled and cold. like a child I lie frozen. I hope these arms wont reach out and take hold. theres blood on my face it keeps me warm at night...
keep, hold, warm, peek, inside