I Stare At Her, She Stares At Me

The Girl With The Knife
Walks in my dreams,
Creeps around
With her deadly schemes.
Her knife is an inch
From my throat or my wrist,
So close I have come,
That Death I have kissed.
The Girl With The Knife
Scares me
As she repeatedly threatens
To set me free.
But I like my chains,
I like the lies,
A fantasy world
In which I can hide.
The Girl With The Knife
Won't leave me alone,
The next time I look
There will be nothing but bones.
I stare at her,
She stares at me,
Reflection in the mirror,
Just let me be.