little pools of crimson red
pain that swims inside my head
why does it hurt i can not say
why does it feel so good today
i cut with knives and with safty pins
i burn with fire the ultimate sin
the pain that swims inside this tomb
weave the confusion my mind goes boom
blind from the illusion of friendships and loves
dirty white gloves
stained pink with blood
watch the pools of it flood
like a river so deep
the wound on the freshly cut meat
i do not wince or whimper
but i yell out a scream
a laugh of rejoyance
evil in my gleems
i yell out the violence and i declare no more pain
i tell the world in silence that i’m the one to blame
stop it NO you lost your soul
so what i do not care
the blood thats running down my arm is silent but so loud
i watch the little drops dry up
as i fall to the ground
and life is gone