Blood in my mouth -
I bit my tongue
Before I could speak
For so long I've wanted
To make you see
Inside my mind,
Into my soul,
Set aflame.
I am nothing.
I am made of kindling
So frail - I snap easily.
I am hollow.
I burn effortlessly.
Blazing eyes of hot coal,
Sparks fly from my words,
Heat rises from my passion.
I am nothing.
I hover over the valley of madness,
Teetering at the brink.
I wish I could spread my wings and fly -
But they are broken and worn.
Psychosis is an everyday disaster -
I am weak - I still fight.
And so I will till the end of my days
When I will lie in a pool of crimson
Every drop drained from within.
I am nothing.
I am everything.