Another night of chaos,
another night of bad decisions.

One more slice across my wrist,
one more mark to try & hide.

Another image of blood-stained skin,
another cut, another scar, another sin.

One more taste, one more lick before I end;
one more visit from my dear old friend.

My body's littered with tales that show my soul;
they scream it, they shout it, tales from this gaping hole
in my chest;
these sins I confess.
My dark mind, my old ways;
my crowded thoughts, my vacant gaze.

I'm falling & slipping, no longer who I use to be.
My broken fragments, just pieces of the past me.

I lose myself somewhere between the blood & the knife,
somewhere in between this pain & this strife.

I need a way out, away from the dishevel;
I need a way out, a way out of this dance with the devil.