The walls are Grey
Its cold and moist as a winter day
Fingers screech mark
And I tremble trying to light a spark
I'm sitting on the floor
The air so thick
Blood stains on the door
Rotten scents so sick
Insomnia drips from my eyes
Slime stuck in my throat
My lips blood bitten between sobs and sighs
Across my wrists a razor should float
Rats and roaches crawl around me
In a place where can't angels see
My laughs become hysteric
My whisper to screams
I cut off my tongue to escape reciting a lyric
Nightmares do dream
A shadow runs across the ceiling
My skin itches as I rip the stitches
With a iron wire I start peeling
Peeling my sacred fragile flesh
Again bathing the room
With blood so fresh
The hangman hangs next door
A snake gives birth inside an apples core
Voices gabble all around
Hammering my fist at the mirror
Whispers have no sound
Emptiness moves as nothing comes nearer
With my hands cut
I pick up broken glass pieces
As my eyes shut
I cave them out and feed them to starving leeches
And I chuckle and dance
Psychedelic silence leaves me no chance
Blind and mute
To neither see nor speak
Amused my breath so weak
Misery creeps behind me and slips
It's black tongue into my ear
Oozing slime drips
And I can't even shed me a tear.
