Guts And Gory

You're all cunts!
I wish I had nothing to say
Your lives are not worth much but that's what you'll pay
This contorting gray
inside my pupils is starting to fray
I have nothing so there's nobody to betray
I spiral into disarray
Divine hands turn me away
when I wish to pray
The pain leaves but blisters stay
I feel like an ass,from numbness I begin to bray
I can't wait for this flesh to turn into clay
I want to get high but can't find a needle in this hay
My life is a bed of nails on which I hopelessly lay
You want to take it then do what you may
I may be lost but I'd hate to find a way
Purposelessness awaits in the end of days
I hang on to sickness,I don't want to be okay
Flames,take me now,What's the delay?