Hole In My Veins

This pain travelling slowly through my trachea
Bleeding the ground around me
Everytime I rise it happens the same
Everytime I fall it happens the same
Both sides of my personality
Leant between scorn and pain

I think I should take a razor
And turn to try it one more time
Because I´m suffering like never before
Lacking of help inside my own body

This feels harder than the hole in my veins
Trying to destroy my whole insane existence
I spit blood choking neurons
I´m drowning myself in my sweet blood

It fail the air and I transpire sufferness
I can´t close my lips full of hate
I sweat melancholy and homesickness
Syrup of an evil flower in my mouth

Leant between scorn and spite
I think I should take a gun
And try the never tried in my life
Because I´m suffering like never before
Lacking help inside my own prison pain

This feels stronger than the hole in my veins
Made by the junkie addiction
Inserted in my very past destiny
The bitter end is near and it aches

It aches like never before I felt
In this moment I´d prefer to stop breathing
And then be able to once rest in peace (...so hurt)