Blood on my hands, my wrists, my arms,
Darkness on the wall, the floor, the ceiling,
Fears in the corners, the cracks, the hole,
Hate in my mind, my body, my soul.
Pain in the cuts, the scabs, the scars,
Beauty in the red, the black, the grey,
Warmth in the cold, the shadows, the shade,
The life inside me begins to fade.
No air, no light, no hope, no love,
No word from those who watch above,
No lies, no thruths, no voices at all,
No one to save me as I slowly fall.
No wishes, no wants, no needs to feel,
No heart of iron, no courage of steel,
No laughs, no tears, I feel no despair,
As I slowly die, the angels just stare.
