About

I hate this feeling in my soul,
run amok in my head,
eaten at my emotions,
left me dead by the road.
It left me alone for a while,
in this dark little place,
where there's no light,
just a dark empty space.
Crimson brings me answers,
it won't tell me lies,
the blade brings me peace,
and no tears to my eyes.
Pain isn't a feeling,
just a simple game,
played by myself,
let the red blood reign.
Toying with the darkness,
surrounding my sleep,
bringing my nightmares,
and no way to dream.
Im stuck in this world,
it's my living hell,
striking me down,
but it's too soon to tell.
When you look at me now,
only in my eyes can you see,
this hollow hole,
where emotion used to be.