Blood Stained Chalice

Swimming in a pool of blood- Baptized in my own sins. Dancing with my demons Almost as though we were friends. Soaking in my misery- And I cannot evade. The memories inside of me - That I relive every day. I've tried to understand. Why I deserved the wrath of rage. Or why I had to suffer- By the hands of the deranged. No matter what I've done- (to) erase these visions in my mind. They leech off of my soul - And they don't leave much life behind. I try to carve the voices out- Which buzz inside my skull. But then they all pour out- And overflow my cup, so full. And then without a second thought- I'll drink that full cup down. And then the voices, yet again - Replace silence, with their sound.