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The flames that lick at my feet Feel cold The pain I'm meant to feel Isn't there The happiness I had Drained away The knowledge I had Means nothing The opportunities I had No more The love I had Dead

the bouts of anger the flow of anxey dont know when its going to happen but i know it is its always in the back of my mind it sits there mocking me and makes my heart ache i know every word could be a mistake ive lost friends and i dont know when they will see i cant really help it but i know it hurst every bit Beethoven,Buzz Aldrin, Van Gogh they all have it and so do i

devils lips red wine the blade is cut you gonna find 1-2 we're coming for you 3-4 lock your doors 5-6 we play tricks 7-8 your the bait 9-10 look again dried blood over the blade you better run dont misbehave death is sweet life is gone the blade is blunt things are wrong

blood of tears cut of blade pain of cry rule of darkness sadness of sob death of thoughts life of loathing louder are voices