Tired

There's this sickness inside of me
and it's writing and growing,
I'd rather die than let it control me.
Tired of fighting against myself,
Tired of fighting with everything else
My soul inside is pale with grief
and I,
I offer my blood to find some relief.
Let me be empty,
Let me be free
Oh sweet madness, you offer me release.
Misguided by these blind illusions,
tired of drifting in this reverie
Memories seeping through my veins-
there's nothing to lose...
except the pain.