• I thrive on pain
    The warm feel of crimson
    Snaking down my arm
    Makes me feel alive

    Then my mind wanders
    Down the dark corridor
    Of no return
    I feel nothing at all

    Life is pointless
    But still I continue mine
    I can't feel
    I only feel the crimson ebbe

    I used to feel
    Back when i was sane
    They call me mad
    Maybe i am

    I've never thought of myself mad
    Everyone else has though
    And I guess thats all that matters
    But the crimson still flows

    I love the smell
    Of warm, dark blood
    It calms me
    It makes me feel alive

    The hunger for more
    More pain
    More blood
    Warm, deep, black blood