Small Death

[Gorecore]

It's a small death when you close your eyes
And you feel like no one can touch you
It's a state of mind where your body lies
When you cannot move and things move within you
Liting your thoughts into the dark
Why critize where nothing is wrong
And the pains only resides within your head
The laughter of madness is always fresh
Caressing the flesh within small death
Blood soaks your hair until nothing is left
And you never want to leave the world of no regret