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.
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