I sit here in my dark, cold room.
Blood dripping from my hands.
I sit alone, lost in thought.
Dealing with the wounds of my past.

My life has been filled with light and joy.
But mostly darkness and hate.
Living with the fear of my loved ones,
burned into the retina's of my eyes

Not a single photo on the wall.
Not a memory or letter in a box.
I'm all alone, lost in thought.
Dealing with the wounds of my past.

As a child i had no-one to talk to.
Mom was in rehab, dad did a runner.
Friends? i had none. Family neither.
I was alone in an un-forgiving world.

Taught to fear and hate my existence.
To fear the ones who taunt and kill.
The blood of the innocent lives,
Stained into their souls of black.

For they fail to see that every word,
becomes a knife that cuts wrists and ends lives.
To fear an emotion known only as love.
For it shall never last.

Every cut becomes a perfect scar.
Every scar was a wall to hide my shame behind.
In the end, life lost all purpose.
I had to escape from you.

Alone in a dark room, a gun in my hand.
Its time for life to take its final stand.
I become my executioner, my judge, my jury.
Condemn my self to the grave... ive found myself guilty.