Untitled 01

2004-06-02

Why do I feel hated, haunted? Nothing to gain in this world so go away, leave me unwanted as the cold blood flows out. I promised I would never do this, but I broke this promise again as my arms kissed the blade and the pain spread through my brain. The friends I call close are nothing more than liars. Do I seem like a ghost? This death I desire. So f**k you and all your lies, do you not hear my cries? Stop filling my heart with disgust and let me fade among the dust. As the scabs start to form they shed to bleed again, but this blood feels warm as my anger is fed. Why does this feel right and wrong? Should I stop and put the knife down? No, I’ll keep singing this death song as the blood piles, I begin to drown. So here I go into the depths of hell, tell me this is wrong... tell me I’ll be well... but I know this is the end. I kiss this world goodnight and forget all the memories, the things I used to delight and handle with ease. So as the light grows brighter at the end of the tunnel, there’s only a trap waiting... leading to nothing... it contains nothing...