Tearing away the clouding moments of the past is alot harder than what people think it can be.
Life supposably passes by regrettably on so fast, But I say in anguish that it passes by too slow for me.

My mind rips open so it won't ever let me think, so it makes things much harder for me on everyday things. 
This is where for him it became his world, My mind a brink, like an angel of death he flew into my mind with swift wings.

I'll do anything to get him away and rip him out of my head, he'll escape and ruin everything.
All these years building all these emotions, I can't believe to this it led, he's the venom of the scorpion who entered
me through his sting.

He seeks to spread through me until he contains it all, he wants to be gone, he wants to be free.
He will come to push me off my edge to see me fall, It'll be too late by the time everyone see's that I am not me.