When the Victim Becomes the Killer

There is such a fine line between death and life,
And I swear it gets blurrier every Saturday night.
It gets harder and harder just to feel alive
Because nothing could come close to this wonderful high.

You've been twisted and lost in my labyrinth brain
Every memory becomes static, but they were all laced with pain
I don't want to forget, oh my god, I am so ashamed,
I need a crutch just to walk down Memory Lane.

Everything has been different since that fucking year
I'm losing everything that I've ever held dear.
I can't walk outside without being cloaked in fear,
I won't let myself cry, he exposed weakness in my tears.

A glance to the mirror, it's the same bleak look from his eyes
I've adopted his cold rage- I guess it's no surprise.
The victim becomes the killer-
That's how monsters are made, right?

But I did this to myself!
There's no one else to blame.
No use in running from the darkness,
So darkness I became.