15 May 2012
Get out of my head and give me some rest Though it's clear your phantom doesn't get distress You crouch in the darkest nook in my mind Ready to pounce to creep up behind Put the knife to my throat cat and mouse I don't feel at home in my own house Always on edge as you taint and tease taking me prisoner whenever you please I've tried ripping you out by the roots of my hair And bashing you out of your cranial lair Employed priests and nuns to see if you be Some demon sent to torture me But no you're just the memory of my past Happiness gone sour but your imprint still lasts A bitter taste in my mouth bent on driving me mad I'm sure this is the best fun you've ever had Watching me writhe in sorrow and pain While they find it hard to believe I'm sane Destroying me from the inside out I'm telling you now without a doubt I will be rid of you Get out get out...
Foolish girl, I thought you knew Of the choking vice-grip I had on you. I thought you'd have learnt and would see That you're too weak to be rid of me.
Mental • Opuss № I