Painting The Room Red

Got a feeling in my stomache

That I can't get rid of

It won't go away

It makes me feel sick

Got a shadow of pain

That hovers around me

It creeps into my body

And runs through my veins

Got a row of red lines

That cover my wrists

It bleeds bright red

And grows like vines

Got an ache in my heart

It hurts so much

It's crept into my soul

And it sings like art

I got a gun to my head

I take a deep breath

I pull the trigger

And it paints the room red