Why Must Your Head Bleed?

Secrete this black plague twisting my mind. Point the way so my phantom can converge upon your soul. No time to play games life's are to be had, saved, raved among those that don't understand. Try my patience and it will not be double. Little white corners where light shines. But what is it? Why is it? All your light is shone upon your corners yet your temple is dark. Why is it questions arise? Is it because of a lack of knowledge? Dark motives hide our minds. Show only thrice the situation and our minds shall become null. Such is the White Death. Can you see your own reflection? Or does it hide and run from you masking itself in shame to hide from your deceitful deeds? Can you claim the throne when no throne is to be had? Try as you might your desolate ways refract no image...
Try and hold this snake to the fire...
Try to wear this crown of thorns...
Try to corrupt the corrupt...
Its no use, it never was, it will never be...
Its time you let your mind go, Why must your head bleed?