• Inside of me, walks a stranger.
    One with the same legs, arms, hair.
    The stranger looks exactly like me,
    but I've never met her.

    Once the blood is split,
    she smiles, laughs,and dances in the crimson rain.
    This stranger makes me sick.

    I know not what she wants,
    or where she is from.
    One day she was there.
    I have nothing to do but wait for her to leave.
    I don't think she will.

    She no longer walks with me,
    now she walks for me.
    The only thing I think about now is killing,
    wishing for someone else's death.

    Now this stranger, has become my best friend.
    So we walk on.