Self-Vampirism
My shameful secret behind closed doors
My low, primal hunger for what you'd abhor.
Picking, pulling my scabs out of place
Twisting, turning to get a taste
As agony engulfs me with the first rip
And the sharp teeth of mine digging into skin
Like the razorblade that made its mark, so I could feel
And the wound I will never allow to heal.
I'm a vampire of my own veins
Feeding off of my own pain
Blood pouring red, red, red
Pouring and pooling, flooding from flesh
I'm a vampire of my own mind
Drinking down sorrow like a fine red wine
I'm a vampire of my own soul
Sucking up desire, leaving me cold.
And I'm in my own personal hell,
Left to feed from myself.
My low, primal hunger for what you'd abhor.
Picking, pulling my scabs out of place
Twisting, turning to get a taste
As agony engulfs me with the first rip
And the sharp teeth of mine digging into skin
Like the razorblade that made its mark, so I could feel
And the wound I will never allow to heal.
I'm a vampire of my own veins
Feeding off of my own pain
Blood pouring red, red, red
Pouring and pooling, flooding from flesh
I'm a vampire of my own mind
Drinking down sorrow like a fine red wine
I'm a vampire of my own soul
Sucking up desire, leaving me cold.
And I'm in my own personal hell,
Left to feed from myself.