It may not make a lot of sense to you.. That's because it's just my feelings. Just what I'm feeling, it doesn't necessarily make sense in my brain, so it's not going to make sense on paper. *sighs*  Oh well. What'd you think?

-BLEED MY BODY-

Bleed my body, kill my soul,

This pain has nowhere else to go.

Cut it out and burn it dry,

My crimson tears, that's how I cry.

Past regrets are etched so deep,

My soul is marred, the eyes do weep.

Razor, food, it's all the same

It all destroys, creates more pain.

Bleed my body, kill my soul,

This pain has nowhere else to go.

Cut it out and burn it dry,

My crimson tears, that's how I cry.

Fresh wounds reopen, it's my sin,

The bones hang off of baggy skin.

I weep and ache for something more,

It's all I have, these ribs, my gore.

Bleed my body, kill my soul,

This pain has nowhere else to go.

Cut it out and burn it dry,

My crimson tears, that's how I cry.