• hiding in a fading past
    Pleasures never seem to last
    blood so pure it looks like rain
    Dripping from my blackened vains
    I'm locked behind a mental door
    The pain is so great
    Yet i still take more
    All day staring at images of gore
    until my eyes are bloody and sore
    my mind has driven me to a place
    where i'm forced to hide my face
    breathing in lead and blood
    spitting out coal and mud
    yet i am reborn again
    you are all under hells reign