Bleed Our Selfs

Are we to know someone's pain,
But we have nothing to gain but shame,
Done dealing with your shit,
I might just have to forget,
The way the knife sinks in,
The way I feel pleasure in your pain,
Up and down the knife goes where it stops no one knows.
Your here in front of me as the skin falls off your face,
Like driving metal strait from the pit of fire it came from,
That's were you belong strait back from the fire pits you came,
Now leave with your hatered with all the feelings with metal inside you .
As it starts to sink into my own,
To feel who you used to be comes back to me but only a broken heart to end,
The belt around my neck is broken in with desperate longing to die in pain,
As I take one more hit before I go to the wall of burning tears that my fall,
Locked in this room that has no exit but fear inside,