• This life-less touch brings me shame
    It is something we can not retain.
    This blood upon mi torn up wrist
    makes me feel as if a chryst

    Sometimes these shadows on the wall.
    Make me feel as if im small.
    They hunt my heart and hurt my soul
    make me feel less than whole

    But all i see is hopeless dreams
    As i call out a painful scream
    Watch as the razor scrapes my skin
    as my face plays a grin

    The walls around my dreadful heart
    all begin to fall apart
    as my eyesight fades away
    my body slowly turns to gray