graveyard dreams

Feel the pain dripping from my mind. See the blood falling from my knife. I cut myself while sitting here crying in the night. Giving up hope on this dark night. I've got voices in my head, they want me dead. Every single time I fall asleep I see myself down upon my knees. Knelt down before my own headstone. And I'll never be the same. You see my face but not my pain. Black, white, and red flowers by my grave.