mental we all become

A tiny room where I await my doom, patted walls darkness calls, silent screams from across the hall, helpless bodies fall, I dig my nails inside my skin a masterpiece I begin if only they would of gave me some paint, it doesn't matter I'm already numb ripping and tarring at my flesh what a bloody mess, a picture perfect portrait I can't wait to see there reaction it'll surly meet my sick satisfaction, my own bloody work of art glowing in the dark, they'll never sleep again my sickness will seep in, the disease has only just begun in the end you'll all see, you'll end up here just like me to face your own fears demons everywhere and know one will fuckin care, shoot there meds into your vains walk away and forget your name your just a number welcome to the mental slumber...