I got myself to blame
For this fucked up life
My state of mind
Is crippled
Sick from the fear
And all these damn tears
Are clouding my vision
My veins are all on fire
With raddled thoughts
And shaky hands
There’s this iron, awful taste
Of blood in my mouth
And all I can do
Is sit here staring
Unable to quench
This raw, excruciating hunger
A burning deep inside
For something more
Something tangible
My spirit is dwindling
Fading away from me
As I close my eyes
I feel my heart beat
Pulsing under, within me
If only I could find
Something to cure me
To fix what’s broken
But I’m still lost
So meet me in my mind
And stitch my wounds shut
I can’t see what’s going on
For I hide behind myself
I have myself to blame
If only I could find the strength
To come back,
To become alive
© 2006 GothicBlack
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