Bleed.
The ghosts they scream bleed.
****** massacre in my head
Asking God "please! Can I be dead?"
All I see is red

******* these ghosts
They haunt me endlessly
Dousing me in ectoplasm
Yearning for nothing more than ******

Why?
I am nothing.
Why torture me?
Just end it all and gut me
Oozing out in pristine green
Lean mean dope fiend
The needle gleams

Ghastly past
Creepy present
**** the future