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Slit my wrist with the sweet kiss of pain
A withered, martyred soul
Death-succumbed in mind-numbing disdain
The ultimate lesson in control
Now a vacant love left with this innocence slain
Raw hatred fills the hole
The solace in death in which I’ll gain
Oh, that first breath of life, my ultimate foe…

Aeons ago, my bittersweet memories
Divinity’s Seraphim circled my feet
Ignorant to exile slowly drawing nigh
Unpredictable escape to jaded fantasies

Gold-plated monoliths I once sat on high
Silently, just patiently awaiting my time
Pure white feathers shed in mid-flight
I cry as I’m raped at zenith’s incline

Sins of truth, divine abuse
I’ll bear no more waiting for a fucking excuse
Permanent nadir, wanton fear
Ignoring the ignorer for narcissistic promises I refuse to hear

I was taught by love and as well betrayed
Losing egotistical games I never should’ve played
Once again I gave to pressure
Hoping to fulfill an overlooked pleasure
That by society is greatly abased…
But my taste is not their place

Face to face confront the darkness
Blackened heart under agonizing duress
Stress is best when left bereft…
But when all else fails, there’s always death

The only useful answer
To a problem your ignorance created
So I faltered, I’m only human
Your goddamn guilt leaving me abated
Why ask me of this, despised stranger
My abhors at whores I have stated
I unwillingly kneel before this demon
A robotic erudite, unknown, alone, and yet still hated

Oh god here it comes again
A sadomasochist to which I cannot win
I refuse to face this one more time
I suffer the punishment for your every crime
I choose Hell above my life in your hands
My insanity soars to join the damned
The psychosis you created caused my end
Insolent dirges from those I once called friends

I tried to fight with all my might
But apparently I was never right
For far too long your lies in throng
Constantly proving I am always wrong
You force me to give in, I’ve become so weak
Where do I begin, relief I seek
Another path through this corridor I plea
Tears stream down, I’m forced to flee
Or face atrocity in a bottomless sea

These pain fabricated deities
Telling me of revulsion conceived
I trace the line that pulse sublime
Paying time for crimes that are not mine

My fate is sealed, homicide, suicide
I will take everyone whom plied
On your side, your fucking lies
Shalt soon unfold your gruesome demise

High-pitched screams end this specious life
My knife replacing the dark angel’s scythe
This last unholy night you’ll ever force me to see
A debased revenge clouded in a drunken ecstasy
Your watery grave where nothing is saved
Finally an end to this soul you’ve staved
Now all I have left is my self-induced death
And give back this last detested breath