Broken Viens

Who is this masochist who's  
      stolen all my dreams
Must be that pessimist  
      unraveled from the seams
 
Always filling my head  
      with lies and insecurities
Coaxing me to die  
      inside unfulfilled fantasies
 
I saw her load a gun  
      and place it in her mouth
Forgot she sold the bullets  
      and her plan it all went south
 
Her arms they were so sore  
      she needed needles, please
Untill she came across some  
      more and fell onto her knees
 
Pressed her fingers to her  
      temples lost cradled in abyss
Grinning at that cynic who  
      cripples found in her fake bliss
 
Who is this masochist  
      who's stolen all my dreams
Must be that narcissist  
      provoking all my screams
 
She's drilling holes inside  
      of all my broken viens
Untill my organs fail  
      bleeding outside all the pains
 
I saw her holding bits  
      and pieces of broken glass
I knew she was thinking she  
      may have found a way atlast
 
But then she reconsidered  
      crying deep inside her shame
Weeping in violent shivers,  
      theres no one else to blame
 
To reside in this, her apathy,  
      lord it's got to be a crime
But her god has no more sympathy  
      'cause it happens all the time