Hours without sleep
Staring at the snakes on the floor
A glance into hell


Acid on my wounds
Pain and pain again

And the urge to vomit
To bury my $#&@ing self


Bleeding thoughts
Slashed by the razor of my mind


I, I gave you my soul, my mud, my mind
I, I left all in your hands
You, you mixed it all with thorns and razors

Left me as a pile of flesh and blood and pain
On the stage


I turn, walk in circles in this mental cell
What was the point after all
Enslaved

Worthless