Alone and loveless, no light to show the path What have I done to suffer under hell's wrath? If I look but no one is there Then it is just my shadow standing there
The blood is fresh as it drips down Like a leaky faucet, though unfixable now Is the pain real or in my head? How do you know when you are dead?
Illusions and dreams inside my mind Reality kills me more each time Black is the darkness that sleep brings Red is reality, like the cuts which sting
Reality strikes again as I press to my skin The sharp-edged blade, my...