10 November 2012
Do I have your attention, do you believe me now, My lifeless face frozen in a frown.
The voices drove me insane, leading me astray, Every day was a battle fighting through depression's fray.
My bathroom decorated in blood, artwork of my own hand, no sane human being could've helped me make a stand.
The walls are my canvas, my blood is the paint, the smell of iron fills the room with a rancid taint.
Shadowy figures surround me now, their laughs cause such pain, another wasted soul they have gained.
Red Is For Blood • Opuss № I