With my eyes closed i am watching my mind
Listening to the sins which conquered me
Making a fist, nails tasting crimson blood
Hating myself that I was not able to see
This pain i feel is not my own, I simply
don't care how I feel, but the pain
in your eyes makes me wanna die
for your bliss, loosing my sense of sane
With every breath I take I feel more dead
my body is even falling more apart, my
mind makes my limps more weak, my heart
is sore, back covered with stings, I wanna die
My weakness not longer under control, I breath
out and disappear under the surface, dropping my
blade when water stings my wrists, embracing
the crimson colour of my soul, now able to cry