• I look upon my friends,
    Each one struck by sadness
    Their emotions carved into the skin.
    Why wasn't I able to help?
    I sit looking down at the marks,
    Wondering to myself why.
    The world so unfair beats upon each,
    So cruel tainting those pure, and help is out of reach.
    Stories carved so deep, the crimson red streaming.
    Swelling in my eyes I feel my past approaching me.
    I'm drowning in the memories of pain.
    I swallow hard trying to breathe,
    but I am lost before freed.

    Eyes pierce through my flesh,
    Are they able to see?
    Can the see right through me.
    Hidden beneath a smiling mask
    Counting to myself as the minutes pass.
    If only these scars were so easy to hide.
    I wish someone would understand my pain inside.

    To late I have come to realize,
    As I watch my friends slowly die.
    This is what may become of me,
    But the addiction has gotten a hold.
    Grasping me so tight, never letting me free.
    Soon day will fade to night,
    and the demon will come,
    In the form of silver in the light.
    Once again the sanguine liquid will run
    This will be the last time for my morbid fun.
    Eyes glazed in a milky white
    How would I known?
    Known this would be the last night?