does it really matter if I live or die maybe it's right for me to kiss in the red sky the feelings of death is here once again sick thoughts repeating inside my head I'm thinking of committing suicide
I look around my desolate room for a too to end this life I see right through the gloom for my bloodstained knife I stare at the blade once more, the light reflects in my eyes across my wrist it now slides I've had enough of my sins, of my pain, of my crimes I'm on my weary trip to hell
I feel the cold blade against my skin apply pressure and it cuts in deeper and deeper but now it's too far it isn't just a physical (but an emotional) scar draggint the metal left to right no one will find out this late at night the anger that I feel, I left it out I can't talk or even scream & shout
blood pours out I panic from the sight my body feels weak and sore I watch the blood fall on the floor a drop lands on a note I wrote titled: death is my last resort I sit and wait for death
as I slit my wrist when I feel the pain while I watch the blood run down my hand my suicide it makes me free, controlled when my life runs out, it will soon unfold for a life of shame, I'll take the blame it wasn't my fault I lived this way take my soul away from here to eternal punishment my suicide from this pain filled life
a past too dark to erase out of place, out of time a trail of bodies left behind this is my contribution to the human race cutting down the weak this is my legacy Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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