I lie still on the edge of the water,
And the blood trails softly into my eyes,
To rinse my soul clean, I place my hand into the sea,
It flows away from my hand and begins to cry,

I feel my very essence start to grow ill,
Whatever was in my blood is drowning my mind,
I fear there is only one solution to the pain I feel,
I have to poison my own body with a strong dose of pride,

It will **** me slowly, but I hope that it can cleanse my soul,
I can live without flesh, for Hell needs not my touch,
I feel as though the poison is lifting my spirit, I'm free,
Burning my path to Hell into my eyes, in you I trust.