deja vu

A head in splinters
Harder to patch together for each bloody corpse
Why these shattering visions?
I turn to the only thing I trust and it betrays me
My mind, haunting me in the night
And the trail of blood keeps running
And hope seems to falter
Where is the anchor? Where is my root to hold on to?
Pass me a rope, please
For insanity revolves around me
And my sane mind is playing tricks on my unconcious fears
Show yourself, master of demons
For your face is too rotten for me to see your brilliant mind
Somehow, I've been here before