Do you torture me,
Day in, day out,
Burning, charred inside,
My heart is disintegrating to ash,
My soul...well I doubt that I ever possessed one.
So many different kinds of pain,
Chemical-burning, acidic-pain, sharp pain, blunt, bruising pain,
But to be tied to a cross of guilt,
And hit with every form of pain,
Like a crimson tidal wave of hot, bloody, scarring, acid-pain,
The only way to feel nothing is to die.