My pain is horrible every day, like I have an evil demonic price to pay. I can’t walk down the halls when I saw a demonic demon walk down the walls.
This pain hurts me more and more, that my insides start to roar.
I cut myself with razor every day, waiting for my blood to fall on the floor and fade away.
This is my memoirs of pain, when I cry my blood it will start to rain.
When you see the Grimm reaper down the street, remember it’s your blood he wants to eat.