Pools of Blood

I drink from the cup filled with red wine, the passion of time

Depressed in my thoughts, the anguish of starvation and madness

No longer do I feel, I don't want to see, I rather be blind by the beast

The evil inside has taken over, I hunger no more, it will soon be over

I fill the bathtub as high as I can, indulged in the plunge of damnation

For my last breath I will take, as I slit my wrists with these razor blades

The wine muddles the pain, and I drown in my own pools of blood for I am so vain

No more to say, as a lay dead in this tub drowned by the infectious world that I blame