Blues of ire

Home, where everything is dead
Corrode, my vicious soul
You come down as I wash out
Watch me fall in, your god shoots up
Strung out, laid down, my rage, shoot up
Why do I love tears and screaming?
Violent thoughts are without meaning,
Sleepless as I lie in bed, lack of life makes me feel dead
Weaknesses are shown, Sight bears deceit
Things in my head, quarrel endlessly
Hedon faith, My desire
Violent thoughts
The blues of ire