Darkness consumes me,
I have no desire to flee
for death with set me free =X
I'm going to draw a picture, a picture with a twist... I'll draw it with a razor blade. I'll draw in on my wrist =X
Sometimes I lay, In my bed, And I take deep breaths, To clear my head, These frequent moments, When I want to die. =X
Would you sleep if you knew you wouldn't wake up] The subject closes her eyes, her relaxed body in the warmth of a blanket, she stops breathing, death has taken her to a better place, a place where no one can touch her =X
All you can really do is stare at death back
watching it as it takes the lives of the innocent
shoving them into a dark, endless sack
sit down, with a cup of coffee and take a anit-depressent
try and close your eyes, drifting off, imagining your in paridise
sadly there is no such thing, its just hell, a burning pit of agony
i can concentrate, all i can hear is mice
I slip into a deep sleep, oh what a Tragedy =X
