A tattered and torn cloak of blood
Befallen unto me
Through these small tears I looks
By which through none I can see
This life, it spirals me so
Into this endless pain
Showering scars onto my skin
Much like this crimson rain
The pain that gave me ecstasy
Only caused my agony to grow
This emotional pain, I cannot bear
For everyone to know
This agonizing self-mutilation
I've torn apart these pieces, one by one
Spun out into insanity
This has only just begun
Again be shouted this call of blood
An omen, for those who bleed
Driven by self-inflicted pain
On which is what they feed