To be in the darkness
Is to be in the sun
Living alone
Is to be left with a murderer
Tears don’t wash away
But
Provide fuel
For coming generations

To kill myself would be selfish
To live would be torture

Grow up, be powerful, be something great
Are thoughts one could wish to have
To die, end the suffering, relieve yourself
Is the reality
Opening my eyes is the vivid glimpse of hell
Satan on my left shoulder
An absentee on my right
A pitchfork in my back
And no halo on top

Voices in my head
Images in my dreams
People I want dead
Places that make me scream
Blood turns my hands red

But it doesn’t stop
The pain
The suffering
Its arranged
For me

To strive
Achieve
To satisfy
Are empty thoughts
In the back of my head

To live
To give
To love
Are non-existent
And there I will lay
In a puddle of my
Blood

My soul
Cured

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 01.05.2010

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