the bringer of demise

some days it's hard to fight the urge to chew through your throats until that final gurgle of a last breath
some days the person inside me is struggling against my need for order so she can reign down with her sick form of death

some days are just like everyone else's day except that i can't get the metallic taste of blood out of my mouth of madness
some days i just feel like giving in to the angry bitch screaming inside me because at least behind her i can forget the sadness

i dream of bones breaking
i feel my soul aching
why should i be faking...me
i dream of blood taking
i feel my mind quaking
why is he forsaking...me

some days i can smile at you all while the blood flows past you behind my eyes
some days i can laugh with you but it's because my mind has heard your screams and cries
some days i am very quiet because with her, i am losing this war
some day i won't save you from her blade and her bite, and she'll settle her score

why should i fight against this
just let me taste the sweet kiss...of blood and flesh
i want to carve out my ears and gouge my own eyes
i'm sick of this hell and i'm sick of it's lies

i am the bringer of demise