Trip Of A Bleeder

If blood was formed into a pill
Than I would be about up to my fill
Addicted to cutting
Where’s the harm in just hurting myself?
Swallowing such a bitter prescription
Would definitely have me seeing visions
A side effect that I would not neglect to overlook
Depressions sworn enemy is happiness anyways…

Overdosing on low dosage
The trip of the bleeder begins
Like a self massacre severing strings
Connected to thoughts bringing me down
Schizophrenia won’t leave me alone
Picking up the knife that looks like candy
I stick it in my mouth
Carving away the voices until they’re gone…

Step into a scene surreal
They need to recall my medication…
If you happened upon me sooner I’d be fine
Reality of it is I am lying there dieing…

These demons got to me way before you did
Vaguely hearing you screaming
The bleeding pools are deafening
Choking on the last little vomit of life
I close my eyes and lose my sight…