Touching Fire With Ice

There's different types of hate on the page.
Its light but it all still weighs the same.
Time goes, but its fine it grows greater with pain.
Life feels blind, Haters open the drain.
I grabbed the knife and started stroking the vein.
Threading hearts for the last time.
Its growing in ways...
I'm a masked lion not knowing who stays.
People leaving my life, I'm throwing colours in grey.
Seeing my past, I'm a glowing sucker, but hey.
I'm just a mother fucker broken down with no strength to remain.
I'm feared to back down.
I'm feared to be the insane.
Whacked cowards steering me into this lane.
I spat towers worth hearing the missed tune to the arriving train.
I'm not surviving, but I'm surviving great.
Enlightening the moment in this heightening frame.
Im a picture hanging on the wall!
I just wish if I weren't hanging the poor.
Hayden, sit back down without straining your jaw.
I just can bow to my raining core.
Its soaking in water, its starting to hail more.
The stabbing of ice and sharp pain of storms.
Is killing me internally with raging hoards.
More blood leaking, my love's speaking
Shut up! When your around, nothing's breathing.
I feel I'm dying and you fucking tease me.
I feel I'm riding the path which isn't easy.
I grab the knife and stab while squeezing.
I have not tried to stop the bleeding.
I'm just a lonely madman heating.
Next time you see me, I'll be dead.
Because my freezing flames will kill me.
Yeah, enough said...