The Ink Room

I have totally collapsed
I just give in
Kill me already
I have commited
so many sins
I slit my wrists
And can not stop
I have strawberry gashes
Up and down

I scream inside
If you cared
you would know
If you cared
you would take some time
To see into my mind
You could help me figure out
What this is all about
You could help me
Keep the razor in the cabnit
I'm so addicted to pain
It helps me cope
With my stupid life
If only you would
take the time
To find out
What these cuts are about

As I tell a million lies
I scream inside
Asking for help
To find out what
These scars are really about

metamophisis is changing my life,
no sex or love of a man
im a loner fucked with strife,
ima ask for blood and heres a knife.
slit the wrists, ignore the pain,
slit the throat and let it drain,
no matter who's blood its all the same,
to me its life to you its a game.
my time to feed is your time to bleed,
your skin is soft your heart is the seed,
your life essence is all that i need.
follow me and i shall awaken thee.
a trickle of blood on your lip,
just a drop,
a little sip,
come with me on a crazed feeding trip,
and into your heart it will rip.
this craving i have is deep inside,
a craving nothing else satisfy's.
its all there its all that i need,
its over there, its all around me,
some one better give it to me because im about to rip,
im about to go and take it without consent.

A heart that feels,
Such a great pain,
Bond by restraints and chains.
Ready to roam free,
Like a lion untamed,
To find something,
More then sorrow,
And pain.
To find joy,
Even a shot at love,
Another heart,
That could,
Heal the scares that,
This heart bears.
A heart that’s strong,
One that’s not scared,
One that is not soft,
But not fragile,
That will fight for its love.
But unfortunately,
These shackles won’t,
Be released anytime soon,
So my heart sits heart dwelling.
In sorrow,
Maybe my heart can escape,
That’s the dream I wish for,
Tomorrow.
But today,
I must continue with sorrow.