The Pen of Blood

I Stand alone in my dark room
Writting words full of hate
Writting words full of pain
Writting words with no end

Closed between these four walls
I have no inspiration
I have no desire
I don't feel anything

In my darked room
No pictures, just paintings
I paint things full of pain
I paint things full of red

The pen of blood
Spoke to me
The pen of blood
Speak for me
The pen of blood
Said to me
Written by blood I have in me

Stuck in my insane world
Stuck in my tortured mind
Buried in me
I cannot live, I cannot die
My desires, carried away
By the pen of blood!