All these problems in my head
cause so much stress...

Someone help, save me from myself
from my insecurities and lack of reason...

I break away for the herd
venture out on my own...

It inside you
blood, the fluid of life...

The manipulated dead will do anything to save...
to escape obscurity...

You cant escape this
so don't run away...

I'm painted in pain
and colored in confusion...

Mindlessly slaughtering all that surrounds them
the blood of their friends will eventually drown...

Its funny to watch
as things fall apart...

My metaphorical heart
was ripped straight clean and clear from my chest...

Blood comes gushing from your wrist
ragged gashes below your fist...

Big eyes
brown...