Dear Mother,

Hi it's me again mom, I hope you respond to this letter this time
I know we've had our differences, and I dissapointed you cuz I couldn't shine
We haven't talked for awhile ever since "it" happened
I hope your not angry..I'm sorry for what happened...
They say we have the capacity to change but is that real?
I can't change what I've done or the nagging twitch to kill!
To grab someone in the garden and twist their neck a little bit
Keep the pressure steady until the the junipers echo with its split
Paint the flowers in a red...feed the plants in my viloent aftermath
Drench them with vile characters and cleanse my self with a bath
Doubtless the skin wil stain but I'm too clever too fast
Clear all followed paths with a telekenetic blast
My warpath is clear yet undisclosed I don't think they want you to know
When you think one's mind is twisted is it the body or soul?
Is evil actually that emptiness or does it fill that hole
And does death actually play its keeper or even have a role
Is Philosophy a belief or faith and is faith a belief
My mind's puzzle unfolds all the walls of my room begin to leak
Can you belive the doctor won't even dare to come to my cell
He says my true self is trapped behind a barbed membrane...a cerebral jail
Says my brain's fried..I think that happened when I journeyed to depth's hell
To reclaim my lost soul from the shores of Satan's Well
I someonehow returned complete.having filled my former existence of a shell
How do you know this what you teach?
A million years of scholars have tried to reach me from the other plane
I have transcended all thoughts, and thoughts have transcended my name
I'm now nameless yet I cannot be the teacher..I fufuill the prophecy too well
yet it does not mention how to escape them from my cell
Yet, in the cold dark night I can hear the barely audible whispers
The chills that emit from those voices freeze me to my mental whiskers
They tell me that its the chosen time for my soul to detach
They whisper its time for me to embrace the true black
I hope I don't scare you again, I'm just reporting the truth
You know that I only want to truly love and protect you
I want to move back in but I'm still trapped in this damp cellar or closet
There's broken bottles, food once a week and no water faucet
You need to let me out of here, help me escape from my mind
My self imposed prison, the enemy keeping me behind lines
The hospital wants me dead, Satan's calling too
So I must sit at this door and keep my eyes glued
The doctor tries to give me eye drops says my eyes are pure red
But he doesn't have these demons interfering with his head
The demons whisper its you we want your own fault
My skin burns more than a snail slithering on salt
How can I be at war with myself and evil, yet I kill so freely
Yet I must keep the souls away or the others will abduct me