black and blood

I cant move And I cant breathe
Its like a premortem rigor mortis is setting in
I wish this feeling of feeling nothing would leave
And I wish I didnt have these scars in my skin

I cant take it anymore
This time im bleeding out for good
I slit my wrists, turn up the music
And wait for black and blood

Im alone in a crowded room
Im screaming out for help but nobody understands
Im the spectre in the mirror, a lone soul beneath the moon
I cant even remember who I am

I cant take it anymore
this time im bleeding out for good
I slit my wrists, turn up the music
and wait for black and blood

On the outside I look like i'm ok
That same fake smile ive been playin up for years
But misery's my best friend and even he dont wanna stay
Ive felt this way for so damn long ive run out of tears

I cant take it anymore
this time im bleeding out for good
I slit my wrists, turn up the music
And wait for black and blood

Cruel and yet close to reality, RockinRustle.
I feel a lot of pain, anger and frustration all at once.
This one has been formulated straight forward without scrupules.
Good stuff.
I'd put as a musician a sonore heavy bassline there to support it all: ominous!

I don't get the beat or rhythm that you're going for.I only say this because I usually both like and "get" your songs.This I can't figure out for the life of me!

Take a listen to hank sr's ramblin man and alone and forsaken