Underneath his silhouetted shallow broken veins.
He cries aloud without a tear, begging for the reasons
His world's a broken flame, even his demons have demons!
He'll write away what all he can but never satisfy.
He's in too deep and too far gone to ever purify.
So shed his skin once and for all, he does without a wince
And coined his world on walls in blood and hasn't cried once since.