Shroud of Blight - Stabbed to Sleep

I can no longer feel myself
My vision is blurry
My pulse is fading
As I drift away; I can't help
But to think of my happy memories
Before I turned this way
Before my emotions got poisoned
By the dull cruelty of the mind

As I am stabbed to sleep
I will embrace this cold feeling
Questioning everything
As the thought of my demise
Lingers through the back of my mind
Maybe if I take a handful of pills
It will help me sleep

Cutting deep into my skin
As I lie lifeless
With no one but myself
Withdrawn into isolation

Despair is forced down my throat
And into my beating heart
Vomiting, choking
Feeling cold and alone
A new melancholic sensation
Rises up inside of me
It is now I know
No help will ever come

Trapped with this sickness
My sickened and twisted thoughts
Kept me awake for so many nights
A knife to my chest
Is the only way
For my soul to escape my
Cold and rotting corpse