I used to be able to see
Before someone gouged my eyes...

All these problems in my head
cause so much stress...

I know your name
but not your face...

Someone help, save me from myself
from my insecurities and lack of reason...

It inside you
blood, the fluid of life...

Walking through a city of ruins
just me and my love...

Little ants
run around faster...

Blood comes gushing from your wrist
ragged gashes below your fist...

Mary had a little lamb
who's fleese was stained red...

You are meaningless
a small, feeble existance...

Deep in my chest the demons do dwell
choking me...

My minds eye is blind
and so my judgment is impaired...