My Terror Filled Land

I sit on my bed,
Razor blade in hand.
I hide my tears
In my terror filled land.

These thoughts are torture,
A bullet in my head.
Sometimes at night
I wish I was dead.

Dear God, save me now,
Take me from my hell,
Away from the nighttime,
That rank, dirty smell.

I seek deliverance,
Which is why i cut my arm.
It takes away the pain.
It does not cause me harm.

I need to find an angel,
To keep me safe and warm.
To bring back the daylight,
And stop the bees that swarm.

My head is like a dungeon,
My heart is locked in chains
I can't go on in my life now,
My love it all does drain

I want to shoot a cavern,
A great hole in my head.
In fact, I think i will,
As i'm sitting on my bed.