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Swallowing the Silver Bullet
I used to deal with my problems one day at a time, but now they all at once seem to attack
The day you abruptly left my life is the day my blue and white world became gray and black
You were just a Raggedy Ann lost in a Barbie Doll world looking for your corrupted Ken
Your mechanical mind was led to believe all of these disposable souls you demolished were nothing more than prefabricated toys called "Men"
Every sign of depression in my life has been traced back to your pallid face
I'll laugh at your funeral when you finally perish, and cry away my memories of you that I never wished to have in the first place
In fear that the sky is still far from clear, I refuse to even rise out of my vacant bed
I've used up all my sick days long ago...so now I'm calling in dead
My cries are no more than music to your ears
Your simple pleasures are no more that my worst phobias and fears
Every time I'm with you for even a little bit, it's less of a date and more of a baby-sit
Hearing you talk is like listening to fingernails running down a board of chalk, and acting in your skit can be compared to being blindfolded in the middle of a mosh-pit
Those little precious possessions I cherish with all my heart that you destroy are nothing more than my grandiose goals and dreams
The pleasant breeze you feel on your bloodstained back is nothing more than the stale air from my loudest silent screams
I'll kill you now and finally commit this oh so deserving crime
Swallowing the silver bullet for one last time
I used to live my life one day at a time, but now it seems like I'm always being suffocated by the failed past
The night you suddenly joined my side was the moment the ravenous rainstorms in my head would forever last
You were no more than a polyamorous player looking for some fun in a world full of loyalty and commitment in love
Your man-made mind was programmed to believe the pseudo illusion of reaching low to rise above
Every evil answer has derived from candid questions asked due to our bitter war
I'll dig your grave and lower your corrupted casket when your innocence dies, for burying the hatchet is something I should have done long before
In a land full or reality, I never thought that one single character could be so fake
I'm too scared to close my eyes at night...so now I'm sleeping awake
My cries are no more than rain to your frigid fire
The debris of my love for you is nothing more than the acidic ashes from your funeral pyre
In the garden of our dreams we planted not long ago, the apples taste like poison and even the roses now smell like shit
I've come to a wicked realization that the only way to be truly happy with my life is to erase you out of it
Those minute possessions that mean the world to me that you rip right out of my life are nothing more than my heart and soul
The pleasant steam that you feel upon your besmirched body is nothing more than my animosity for you...which is about to go out of control and take its catastrophic toll
I'll end this now and be guilty of the bloody crime
Swallowing the silver bullet for one last time
...I'll make you close your eyes and silently count to ninety-nine
Open wide to swallow the metal pill as I commit this contaminated crime so devilish and divine...
