Pain's Misery

Blood so cold
heat always goes away
lost in the frozen, silent air.

The screams always die
swallowed up by the terror of life,
please, stay with me.

I know i've hurt you,
and I know it's too late
can't swallow this self medicated pill.

I make up dreams about myself,
ones that could never be true
ones that I remake every night,
inside my head.

I hear the insanity die from my voice,
as you gasp for breath,
only recieving your own sweet ichor.

It always ends like this,
they leave me,
to ponder my existence,
alone.