A Mental Cancer II

My hands are tierd
My bones crumble,
Ive been poisoned again
Living with scarps
Ive found myself
Stabbing innocence, In The back,
As i adapted myself
I plauge amoung you
Surving only to hurt you

I want to kill you
Dacing in the face of death
Now young like this new age,
living in a rage, In this dream,

Inside my head they say,
Voices prying on its pry,
Another delusion,
A failed mind