Blast From the Past

Started packing/cleaning to move to California and I came across a stash of old journals.  Some date back to 2006.  I found this song that I wrote in 2006 called, "The Crows Are Getting Hungry".  If I remember correctly, I wrote it out of frustration deep in the midst of a struggle with lust.  Pretty dark for a 15 year old me, but here it is:

Cut open my heart to stop the bleeding.
This black infection runs deeper than my soul.
Break the glass that keeps me from You.
Watch the blood flow; cleansing renewed.
The perfection of everything I see is a knife in my throat.
Tear these hands away from you.  Dismember if you have to
All these lies have led me down.
Now I have nowhere to go, but to drown, drown...

Drown this sickness.
Kill this perfect imperfection.
Kill my weakness.
Install my detection.
Because the blackness pulls me away from you.

Gouge out my eyes.
Dig through my brain.
Break my fingers, my demise.
Cut open my heart, let this ooze drain.
All the imperfect perfection I saw has only filled me with shards of glass.
Now I'm begging, Lord, take away cleanse me of my past!
Left with nowhere to run to, no path to be found.
I'll feel my neck break, but first I have to drown, drown...

Drown this sickness.
Kill this perfect imperfection.
Kill my weakness.
Install my detection.
Because the blackness tears my soul from you.

Let my blood run new.
Cleanse me for you.
Rewind the past, maybe I'll last.
Then I'll find, you clear my mind.

Drown this weakness.
Kill this perfect imperfection.
Kill my weakness.
Install my detection.
Because this blackness pulls me away from you.