He's Behind Me.
I can feel his still face as he shows no expression.
His dark eyes focused to the back of my head.
His slow breathing as he syncs it with mine.
His cautious movement as he aligns it with mine.
He has no shame in what he does.
If I'm to turn he won't be there,
There will be no shape in all this darkness.
Silent horrors of loneliness or terrifying company.
He sees me when I can't see,
'See he knows me more than me.

He's Behind Me.
Although I Focus Not In His Presence,
Moments presented show me his existence.
He's not an object of illusion visualized only by my perception.
I think I know his purpose, it frightens the child in me nevertheless.
The brooding madness of my unstable state is clearly the blood he needs to drink.
He is not a shadow, that would belittle him,
He is more than that.

Not my Katelina
Her steps are so smooth and cautious,
She wouldn't hurt a fly.
For some who won't understand she's just another and within her hell shall rise,
But not my Katelina.
Her shadow is of pure color, how can she be mean to me?
Her love would travel around the world for me, cover me with pure adoration and perfect admiration.
How could it be my Katelina?

She hasn't said a word now,
A lot seems to be on her beautiful mind.
I make a funny to her to lighten her heart as the skin she buries herself underneath,
But Katelina won't smile.
The air is different and I'm enjoying my funny man character for the first time,
He seems to like laughs.
My efforts to bring her home seems to make her angry,
Somebody is inside my Katelina.

Confusion confuses my already confused soul.
Where is my Katelina?

I am buried, I am buried.
The shadows are no longer a sight to see,
The shadows no longer appear to me.
It burns in my skin,
But the fragments, just lucid.

I am buried, I am buried.
The sky is too far to reach,
Reach to God.
The falling petals of a broken flower.
The shadows are no longer to see.

I am buried, I am buried.
I've hid myself from all eyes to see,
I've painted a picture for no one to see.
The stars align, clouds are nowhere to be seen.
'Stuck in a time that's not even mine,
And oh I should try to bury the line.

I am buried, I am buried.
I walk on moons and earths to gain peace,
But peace is where the saints will sleep.
I am buried.

Stab me in the eyes, let me not see your filthy crimes.
Your hands are full of blood, the victims everlasting cries.
Your voice is swarmy as you hide beneath the tides of your lies.
You ******* with fear as your smile is not sincere.
The ringing bell shall be of help but if it rang.
With the question at mind I ask you very nice.
Where were you last night when Mrs Helmer died?

Your rage reeks upon your neck as you answer me.
Your sky is no longer blue and I can see.
It's on this day when I wish I couldn't see.
Oh what great trouble you're in.
"Curiousity kills a cat"
I now know what that means.
I wonder of the ****** weapon and where it's hid.

Stab me in the eyes, let me not see your filthy crimes.
You've ruined my life intirely.
For years you've been a friend undoubtably.
Lies, lies, lies.
There comes a time for those, the wise man knows.
My poker face isn't as fine as that of a friend I know.
Stab me in the eyes, let me not see your filthy crimes

You behold a beast that lives inside your darkened mind,
You hold a creature that preys at darkest nights.
You go to sleep in sight but to sleep you shall never go,
Your raging spirit aches to swallow souls.
You are a killer.

The life you live, shaken, tremulously.
Demented souls  you devour meticulously.
The blood you sip from the skulls relentlessly.
Sins of joy, sins of joy.
You are a killer.

The poor children cry, the poor children cry.
You never hear but yet you listen.
You swallow swords; you swallow blades as the sun it shines.
You utter words of encouragement and hide your face from the light.
You are a killer.

You act as brave as the knights of Templar,
And slice your blade in a stranger.
You shape a world of delightfulness and stump on it.
You are a killer, you are a killer.

As  the  ground  beneath  your  nostrils  circles  in  escape.
Your  raging  heart  thunders  with  not  joy  but  dismay.  
Flock  of  birds  fly  the  empty  skies  with  wonder,
'Wonder  about  the  place,  wonder  of  the  place.  
Your  tired  feet  aches  and  so  you  lay.  
Your  shirt  is  stained,  
Stained  by  the  recent  darkened  day.  
Woof  woof,  they  start  to  chant.
The  saddened  rose  has  fallen  flat.
Your  troubled  shaking  hand.  
Shaken  faith  shook  to  deepest  lengths.  
'Would  rather  stop  but  fear  won't  let  you  dare.  

The  windmill  spins  with  forceful  winds,  
Drifting  monsoons  shifting  speed  and  blading  skin.  
Flashing  light  and  painful  knees,  
Horizon's  downfall  is  what  it  seems.
Darkness  clouds  your  empty  head,  
Sudden  voice  comes  to  speak.  
"Mrs  Helmer's  death  came  at  your  sleep,  
But  what  we  see  is  what  we  need"
Stab  me  in  the  eyes,  let  me  not  see  your  filthy  crimes.

Every night I look at you,
Every night you look at me.
Its funny you only see me at night and not at day.
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
You look at us and confess your crimes.
Your lonely nights, your happy nights.
I've waited for some time for you to be the light.
Shine, my lovely one.

The world spins so eerie, your eyes bleary.
Your skin burns as he stares with light from a darkfilled valley.
Now they see you clearly.
We stand so firm as a family
And I know you're happy.
Shine, my lovely one.

Years have passed and there's more to come.
They exist to be like one of us.
Yes, we are paintings on the sky.
God made us shine.
Shine, my lovely one.