the mourge is so enviting

you'll never understand
this soul will never rest
the polish on my hands
it's the pain that's in my chest

so i sit alone imprisoned
hiding behind these empty smiles
running to my perfect world envisioned
my mind carrys me, far away for miles

so please yell at me
cause i will never be
what you expect of me
watch the heart on my wrist bleed

as i look at the veins on my wrist
i sit in thought and wonder
of the feeling the bliss
this thirst of the blade that hungers

quenched by sinnester thought
the feeling of sliding and severing
skin so soft penetrated by what you brought
the pain from the gain of my last endeavor

i've gone for too long living like i'm not alive
so i'm ending it tonight with all of my dreams behind