Bleeding beast

[Verse 1]
Midnight claws drag across my skull,
Suicidal whispers drown out the lull.
“Why fight for air when every breath is a curse?”
The void keeps calling, getting louder and worse.
I trace the lines where tomorrow used to be,
Living’s a riddle I no longer see.
Comprehending existence feels like glass in my lungs,
Every heartbeat a war that can’t be won.

[Pre-Chorus]
Deep in the marrow, something feral wakes,
The beast inside stretches, hungry for breaks.
It growls through my ribs, demands to break through,
No more hiding the monster I always knew.

[Chorus]
Arms are bleeding, warm red rivers run free,
Arms are wide open, carving what’s left of me.
The beast is rising, tearing skin from the bone,
Suicide’s promise feels like finally coming home.
Thoughts of the end, cold and sweet in the night,
Struggling to live when nothing feels right.
Let the monster loose, let the crimson decide,
In the arms of the dark, I no longer hide.

[Verse 2]
Mirror fogs with the heat of my failing fight,
Eyes stare back empty, swallowed by the night.
The beast laughs silent, says “Let it all end,”
No more pretending this broken heart can mend.
Comprehending dawn feels like poison in veins,
Every sunrise a chain that tightens and strains.
Veins split wide like gates to the peace I seek,
Blood on the tiles spelling the words I can’t speak.

[Bridge]
Why does survival taste like rust on my tongue?
Why does the fight leave me more undone?
Beast takes the reins, no mercy, no light,
Suicidal arms wrapped around me so tight.
Arms are bleeding… bleeding…
The flood won’t stop, there’s no use in pleading…

[Chorus]
Arms are bleeding, warm red rivers run free,
Arms are wide open, carving what’s left of me.
The beast is rising, tearing skin from the bone,
Suicide’s promise feels like finally coming home.
Thoughts of the end, cold and sweet in the night,
Struggling to live when nothing feels right.
Let the monster loose, let the crimson decide,
In the arms of the dark, I no longer hide.

[Outro]
Bleeding… fading…
The beast claims its throne.
Arms still open…
And I’m finally alone.

deathcore and progressive metal, heavy guitar, and somber mood