Stained head

Stained head

I've scrambled my own brain,
trying to find the source of pain.
Cracked the skull now thoughts drain,
now inside the skull has bloodied stains.

If enough thoughts has come and bled,
then of course my thoughts are dead.
The pain its color the same as red,
scrambling for and searching in my head.

I've created my own head stains,
cracked open my own red drains,
to find the wish I was dead pain,
now with a partially bled brain.

I'm scrambling is why my brain has bled,
wanting to kill that pain till dead.
Stains of the drain colored red,
and I can't wash the stains in my head.