Oh Death, spare me.

Remember all those days I'd sit in my room

My world was doom and gloom

I was plotting my demise

No, I never thought I could rise

There is a hole in the world

it's a great black pit

and it's been my home for awhile

The scars lining my body

caress them each

with each one a story

and each one bleeding

I may be pristine on the outside

but inside is a wreck

my heart is in surgery

restrained by a straight jacket

bleeding, bleeding, bleeding

You've become my comatose

Can you not see how you kill me?

The screams and the shouts

The words haunt my head.

They are tormenting my mind.

Insanity seems to be the only reason

It's the only one I can find

If anything hurts worse than this jagged knife

it's the words coming from your mouth

They are such cold words from such pretty lips.

Oh death, spare me.

Maybe not, maybe so.

If I had a choice, I might just choose to go.

So shush your soothing words.

They are just a waste.

Remember you're helping just the outside

The insides a different story.

On the inside it's a dark chamber.

Haunting calls.

Screams of the innocent

Gruesome murders.

It's the child locked in chains.

It's the cemetery with five new graves

It's my own little nightmare

I have yet to wake up.

But maybe that's just how it is.

The nightmares on the inside

and the dreams are on the outside

One day it might just switch,

then maybe it'd be easier to live with.

Oh death, such sweet blasphemy.