A Warped Mind

Harsh words, blood, gore and violent blows,
all parts of my life of which no one knows
Dark dreams, Twisted thoughts, painful loss,
they all haunt me like a ghost from the past

Knives and blades stuck in my veins,
these seem to be my only friends
Sleeping awake and still dreaming on,
My life's a blur, still barely moving on

Burnt and wasted, warped and hollowed,
have nothing left on offer at all
Let me go I beg of you,
lest my disease spreads to you