Every Empty Vein

I've stained the sky in a blush of thin blood
 Reminiscent of my insides
 Pulling teeth, reflecting blinding light
 Where the innocent reside
 My cure could kill me if only I could die
 Scraping flesh from bleeding gums
 Exhausting every empty vein
 Swallowing a bitter sleep, soaking up a curse of cold
 Lost in a flood that will force me into drowning
 My cure could kill me if only I could die
 My cure could kill me if only I could die
 It doesn't matter whether it's black or white
 Or if the sun is shining or if it's pouring rain
 It's all blackness
 It's very difficult to put into words
 I was only saying this place called hell
 Where bad people go after they're dead, after they die
 The worst part about hell is not the flames
 It's the hopelessness
 I'm so desperate to go home
 And I think that is the part of hell
 That a person really tastes