• Addictive Pain

    Your misery is my pain,
    your words are my destruction.
    they call out to me,
    against all others and
    plead for me to kill.

    My nerves are boiling
    under pressure and my
    lungs slowly fill,
    with smoke,
    it will all end in ashes,
    just spread them before
    you fall....too...

    My urges hit the limit,
    my veins have taken the toll,
    whats after
    this blank white wall?

    And the pain sinks in later,
    when I've gone numb,
    there's no use chasing after
    someone who wants to be
    gone....

    It's not the way to break
    this phase,
    It's too addictive and lessens
    my rage, it's comfortable,
    in a too familiar way,
    just pull out my wings,
    before they take me away,
    it doesn't matter if I can't walk
    steady anymore....

    You voice it nags,
    my words they drag,
    but they call out to me, against all
    others....
    they plead for me,
    ask me to bleed,
    I ask you,
    does any of this matter at all....