Venom into the blood
it took me over
froze my skin
I'm not feeling close to sober
I've got chills
my bone marrow is drips
out my finger tips
while the CD skips
sounds like hell is coming closer
and a feirce wave of heat
burns off my eyelids
and I can't shut them
cant hide from this reality
I take to my hands
they've been nailed down
and the blood flows in strands
It's not red, but black
my feelings have become ghosts
and I'm cold and in pain
living off of left-over almosts
i writhe in this puddle
knife up my spine
this truth is unbearable
but I'm not one to whine
