My mind is cloudy
My blood is hot
There's a hole inside me
It's all I've got
Something used to be there
But I cut it out
And, when I peeled the skin back
Lies were all I found
I'm staring at the mirror
There's blood on my face
I'm grinning like a jester
With a mouth full of razorblades
I thought it was the answer
I dubbed it the key
But I have finally realized
There is no remedy
This lifeless pageant of mental rot
Hangs by one thread stretched so taut
On the precipice of a lonely death
I grant no mercy and catch no breath
My words fall dead
My thoughts scatter
My will fades out
My hopes shatter
My day is done
My life bleeds out
My night has come
And I leave in doubt