Is it better if I stay?
Because I just want to go away.
Nothing left of my heart but decay,
A crusty soul that needs to slay.

Eyes dripping blood know how
Long it takes the enemy to bow;
Stiff hands wipe sweat off my brow
Fields misunderstood need a plow.

Living off the tears of lesser men,
My fingers count to less than ten,
This is not a game you can win
Because we all die in the end.

Broken skin turned cold.
Dusting the lies that are old,
And we'll all do what were told:
Never to scrape off their mold.

In a dark room I can't sleep,
In a dark room I can weep.
Let the hopelessness seep
From soul to soul with a leap.

And I don't want to remember.
Cut the rope burn the timber,
Covering our scars in the winter
Open up for December.

In my head I have more lives than a cat.
Torn up skin from inside combat.
Glimmering flame of a life I attack.
Heart like a tire gone flat.

There is no way to glue the pieces back,
Only chew up the senses you lack.
My red eyeballs make a juicy snack,
My lies turn around and give me a smack.

Pin my body up with rusty tacks,
Refusing to pay their lusty tax.
They can't hear past there ear wax
But until I'm gone they won't relax.

What is left of me?
Hope cut down like a tree.
Last drops of happiness tossed in the sea.
Shoving my wrist into a key.
Because there's nothing left to see.