eyes like wolves hunting innocent prey seeking out victims to play in your game manipulate to fill inside where you ve dug your own void memories are creeping and stalking and haunting unfriendly reminders of fiendish behaviors still fingertips drag across flesh like fragments chisel in a headstone invading the hairs on my skin crawling up the spine consuming the mind doubting myself because i didn t fight or scream keeping your transgression buried underneath i ve done enough believing in the devil that i forgot who he was after selfish ways have become sadistic i wasn t born to die a statistic silenced by shame i ve hid in secret i wasn t born to die a statistic questioned what i should have done different i wasn t born to die a statistic this isn t my guilt to live with i wasn t born to die a statistic i wasn t born to die a statistic i wasn t born to die a statistic