Crimson red,
the sight of the dead.
voices in my head,
won't leave even when I'm in bed.
Ghosts all around,
wandering endlessly in this town.
I fall to the ground,
my sanity left unfound.
I hear the screams,
blood running like streams,
stuck in this endless dream,
my eyes with an awful gleam.
Ignore my silent plea,
this is who I want to be.
I will let my demons free,
And let them consume me.
This salty sweet taste,
I can't let it go to waste,
I shall **** without any haste,
for a nightmare, my life is based.