Deep red
My wrist
My head
Round the twist
Headaches
Pain
Hunger i
Cannot tame
Love
Hate
Opinions
Grate
Pain
No longer
Yet they tell me
I am wronger
Death
Take me
Concoctions
Shake me
Consciousness
No more
Me, myself
On the floor
The warm embrace of sleep
Pray the lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
Devil my soul is yours
To take.
