Shroud of Blight - Discoloured Skin

Misery cradles my soul
Following the trails of blood
Deciding my own fate
In the end
No one will care
Once my body is found

Despite all my efforts
Hope was never found
If I was never born
I wouldn't have to live to feel this pain

This dreadful emptiness
Rips apart at my veins
I feel so cold
I used to pray
And now I lie awake
Wondering why I must live
With such a cold feeling

Bleeding on the shower floor
The water hides my tears
Life leaves me
And I feel free in my final moments
When my last breath is cut short

Let me hang freely
As I wither into nothingness
Like wilted flowers; I lose colour
Look directly into my eyes
Just to tell me
I was never made for this life