• He drinks down his pain
    In a crazy kind of urgency.
    He licks His wounds
    But they don't set to dry.
    All he can do is stand and fight,
    He ******** refuses to cry.
    The blood in his veins
    Are as black as his heart.
    The darkness in his eyes
    Makes him fall apart.
    He looks in the mirror
    And sees the slivers.
    The blood that drips,
    The skin that rips.
    His screams can be heard,
    Echoing off the walls.
    Will anyone turn,
    At his unheard calls?
    The blood that dries,
    Over his eyes.
    It's blinded him,
    The demon's in disguise.
    He rips at his heart,
    While Evil plays with It's thighs.
    The tears burn,
    As his blood churns.
    He's in pain,
    Evil's with It again.
    The lies rip at his heart like heated blades,
    Leaving scars that will always remain.
    They're to deep,
    In his skin.
    The blood wont stop,
    Evil's pouring the poison in.
    It's a slow painful death,
    But a child is born.
    An old man dies.
    A young woman lives.
    its A fair trade,
    in the end.