This parade of pain
inside like a virus
dont know how it got inside us
feels like an infection
ive lost all discretion

it has begun swelling
why the hell am i yelling
all this pain inside me
i feel like im going to burst
but this being the best i couldnt imagine the worst

always imaginging blood 
flowing from my head like a flood
am i going psychotic
or is it just the narcotics

and in my head are my hallucinations 
nothing more than my simple desperation
get too close and like the mad hatter
i will paint with your blood splatter

in my bones i feel an aching 
and in my soul this rage has got me shaking
crawling under my skin like maggots
the scratching becomes one of my many habits

i fight away this feeling, the itching
but i fear i will tear away the stitching
the scars seem to be bulging
this pain i am indulging

the ending i fear is rotted
these words like blood become clotted
and though i struggle through the stench
in your blood i will be drenched