I am 写作 this because my 小时 has nearly come. I don't know how much longer I have until my insanity drills itself into my head again. I don't know if it might even kill me. Will it? Can it? With the blood I have? Pitch black. I can't go on like this, can I? I can't keep my thoughts straight...
I'm sane again, but I don't know when it'll attack me again. Before it does, let me explain myself. I was born to kill. It's what I was made for. I kill not because I want to, but because I have to... it scratches at my 心 when I don't. It feels like I can't go on living... like I have a short lifespan, and killing people rejuveneates me. Killing makes me alive again... like when I need that... a remedy... desease... consume to survive...
I can't take this any longer! When it consumes me, I can't remember what happens. Everything, including myself, is consumed 由 darkness... then I can't see... and... and... everything goes... black and white...
I can't help it. I'm not crazy! I'm not mad! Look at the virus, which kills because it can't do anything else. I NEED to take the lives of others in order to survive... I live... to kill... 动物 have their way of survival... murder is mine...
WHY CAN'T I STOP!!!
I need help, but that'd mean killing me. Could it mean killing me? I have no idea... I can't think straight. I have to kill myself, but I don't want to... what do I do now? Since... it's starting to scratch at me again... Is it? It's not bad since it's letting me live, right? But to live upon the suffering of others...
I need to kill. It's a part of me. It IS me. It's inside me; all of me; everywhere... What do I do...
WHAT DO I DO?!
What can I do... I'm a 迷失 soul. Are 你 lost? I was 迷失 once... I'll always be lost... Always...
So alone... so very alone... the praise to others for doing what they do normally; art, music, and other things. Why doesn't anyone appreciate my work? give me as much praise as others? I kill others, but that's becaise I'll due if I don't... I know nothing else. Why don't I get appreciated as much? So alone... so very alone...
Now, you, the jury, decide whether Spiral is guilty 或者 not of his countless counts of murder to keep himself alive.
Guilty 或者 Not?
I'm sane again, but I don't know when it'll attack me again. Before it does, let me explain myself. I was born to kill. It's what I was made for. I kill not because I want to, but because I have to... it scratches at my 心 when I don't. It feels like I can't go on living... like I have a short lifespan, and killing people rejuveneates me. Killing makes me alive again... like when I need that... a remedy... desease... consume to survive...
I can't take this any longer! When it consumes me, I can't remember what happens. Everything, including myself, is consumed 由 darkness... then I can't see... and... and... everything goes... black and white...
I can't help it. I'm not crazy! I'm not mad! Look at the virus, which kills because it can't do anything else. I NEED to take the lives of others in order to survive... I live... to kill... 动物 have their way of survival... murder is mine...
WHY CAN'T I STOP!!!
I need help, but that'd mean killing me. Could it mean killing me? I have no idea... I can't think straight. I have to kill myself, but I don't want to... what do I do now? Since... it's starting to scratch at me again... Is it? It's not bad since it's letting me live, right? But to live upon the suffering of others...
I need to kill. It's a part of me. It IS me. It's inside me; all of me; everywhere... What do I do...
WHAT DO I DO?!
What can I do... I'm a 迷失 soul. Are 你 lost? I was 迷失 once... I'll always be lost... Always...
So alone... so very alone... the praise to others for doing what they do normally; art, music, and other things. Why doesn't anyone appreciate my work? give me as much praise as others? I kill others, but that's becaise I'll due if I don't... I know nothing else. Why don't I get appreciated as much? So alone... so very alone...
Now, you, the jury, decide whether Spiral is guilty 或者 not of his countless counts of murder to keep himself alive.
Guilty 或者 Not?
BLACK 心 LYRICS
Been in the darkness long enough
People say I've been 表演 too tough
Trying to stay low
Living on a cup of Joe
Cause I'm just a black 心 (repeated 3 times)
Somebody left a note
Saying that I've been so bad
I thought It was a joke
My mom was so sad that she left my dad
Cause I'm just a black 心 (repeated 3 times)
Living on the lamb
The perfect place for a grown man
Darkness rests in my hand
With no demands......
Cause I'm its ruler! (Repeated 2 times)
Being like The old devil
I feel like I've been leveled
On the 666th floor
With no doors to escape the
DARKNESS!!!
Cause I'm just a really really rotten black heart!
Been in the darkness long enough
People say I've been 表演 too tough
Trying to stay low
Living on a cup of Joe
Cause I'm just a black 心 (repeated 3 times)
Somebody left a note
Saying that I've been so bad
I thought It was a joke
My mom was so sad that she left my dad
Cause I'm just a black 心 (repeated 3 times)
Living on the lamb
The perfect place for a grown man
Darkness rests in my hand
With no demands......
Cause I'm its ruler! (Repeated 2 times)
Being like The old devil
I feel like I've been leveled
On the 666th floor
With no doors to escape the
DARKNESS!!!
Cause I'm just a really really rotten black heart!