These Lines of Din.

Laying in my sin
This hate consumes me
My skin burns without hope of relief
Fear consumes the weak, which is me

Lines of blood cover my arms
It's hard for me to eat, now that I see the truth
I never felt this way before
My insecurities show

Confusing all my memories of you
I feel as though my will won't last,
By the next time we meet
Drifting off to sleep, hoping for the darkness to consume me