I crave the blood dripping
The tears streaming
The breath deepening
And the thoughts haunting
I need the pain
To rid of my sins
To rid of my worth
To rid of my heart
To rid of my soul
For non of those are needed
In such a cruel world
Everyone wants your stories
But never your heart
Or they crave the drama
And ignore the mess
I am the meaning of fake
The meaning of hidden
The meaning of a lie
For every day I walk around in my lie
Lying to everyone I see
But that’s ok
I need no1
I need no1 but some1
I need no1 but a hand
A heart
A soul to guide me through the mess
