I like to drink away my pain
But not with alcohol or whiskey
Sometimes I think I am not sane
Maybe this is just a pathetic plea
I cut and drink what pours out
The salty and the thick blood
It lets me know what I’m about
As I drink up the flood
Does this make me a night-walker?
A dirty vampire; a blood sucking beast?
Am I now just a blood stalker?
Wanting only blood for every feast?
Maybe I will never know
Maybe you won’t either
Who knows when I’ll stop the flow?
Don’t worry, I don’t neither