There's blood dripping from my hands,
There's everything falling away,
The pleasure, The pain, The un understandable gain,
Sweet Release, Pure sensation,
No more crazed aggrevation,
Everything dispised flowing out, peices of me running free,
Wishing hope the current wont stop,
That all thats left is purity,
A pure memory of one physical state,
Not this mind, plagued, infested, one of true suspect,
The blood will stain, though the skin shall heel,
Yet no remorse will i feel,
Least not till again i turm this viscious wheel.
