Writing down words from inside my head
Flowing so fluidly from which they come
No one to listen, everyone's dead
What have I done? Oh what have I done?

Incoherent in the nights long before me
Never again understood by the living
You don't have to say it, I know you abhore me
Dying today, so much blood that I'm giving

Lost in thought, but without feeling
Just words in spray paint across pure white
Pain is persisting, but never is healing
Thinking of living and dying tonight