Hand Full Of Scars

Alone in disturbing silence
I lie there in the corner
With voices whispering echoes
Of absolute emptiness.

A hand full of scars
Reminded me that I wiped the blood
Only to cut myself again and wonder
Why don't I feel the pain?

As I guide the blade down the line
The deeper it gets the more I drown
Oppressed by what I have done
And the end of all things to come.

A hand full of scars
Reminded me that I wiped the blood
Only to cut myself again and wonder
Why don't I feel the pain?

A vein can only ease this pain.
A vein can only ease this agony.