Love burns
like redness on skin
the hopelessness wins
my heart of sin
don't beg me to drink
your potion that's supposed
to cure my hell.

The eyes are staring
there's no starry eyes
fixated on the prize
of freedom and happiness
pain sets in
clawing at my skin.

I can't help but feel
the heaviness of the heart
in my chest covered in art
tattoos across the skin
hell creeping up on my life
tonight I'll decide if it's right
to march forward into the tide
to drown myself and my sorrows.