Infected

I have to drink to forget
I drink so I can suffer twice as much
Condemned me for the pain
That deprives the memory of your touch
What was I thinking?
Should I get drink to start your face from my mind?
But now it's over and I'm sober enough
To know you fucked my mind
I'm cursing my slow death
If it's not returned
You will feel your body and soul
Start to burn with desire
And unrelenting pain
Tears cloud my eyes
Bite my tongue 'til I taste my blood
So you won't hear my cries
Lying in my frosty darkness
I put you out of my mind
My fear of death being overcome
By my hatred for this life