Blood drips from my lips, my teeth stained by that rich,
dark red fluid.
I swallow a thick mouthfull and I go down for more.
Sucking blood from wounds I have inflicted upon myself,
tasting myself in the deepest way I can.
With the knife in my hand I carve my legacy, writing in
blood.
Fear, hate, images of pain, all the things that make our
world such a wonderfull place to live in.
I drip to the floor, seeping through the cracks, bleeding my
life to the floor, what a waste.
Smoke from a bottle fills the air, misrouble sounds in the
background that should have been music fill my ears with
ringing and my head with buzzing.
As I watch my life ooz from my vains I'm reminded of the
times before this pain was born in my heart, I'm thinking of
good times long forgotten.
First light in the east and my eyes start to close. I put a
numb head on a blood-soked pillow and lay a body that is
half dead on a bed in an aura of smoke and I pass out.
On my blood-stained a day starts and a day ends, the light
is dim when I open one blood-shot eye.
Here I am, sprayed all over the room, this is my life and
this is how I spend it.
It's time for another dosege of pain and hate...