Everything RED.

Red.
Like the blood flowing,
through my beaten,
yet still beating heart,

Yes, I'm alive,
half way to the bliss of death,
but alive,
you need a martyr, I'll be one,

Pray to the gods,
in seek of forgiveness,
for the sins, that in truth, will never be forgiven,
and the lies, that in truth, will never be forgotten,

Now,
I don't wanna feel a thing anymore,
I'm sick and tired of this game we all play,
thinking it'll get better,

Oh you better ******* guess again,

Terror begins,
in a wrist that won't bleed,
because matter of the fact is,
you've already died,
just on the inside,

Everything RED.

Oh god, seeing spots,
getting shakey are we?
maybe its time you're laid down to be set free,
because you haven't got a say anyway,

So dare me to jump off this Jersey Bridge,

Think it over,
and you'll realize,
oversleeping is no way to live,
and dying is a true gift,

So close your eyes, and rest in peace.