I bathe in my self pitty,
I wallow in my pain.
I gently caress my sorrow.
And take hapiness in vain.
I shroud myself in hatred.
I shower in my spite.
I find comfort in darkness,
And cower from the light.
tales of mystery, horror and suspense
I bathe in my self pitty,
I wallow in my pain.
I gently caress my sorrow.
And take hapiness in vain.
I shroud myself in hatred.
I shower in my spite.
I find comfort in darkness,
And cower from the light.