Marvel at the intricacy
Of those few elating moments
Woven into this decay strickened life
Do these sporadic moments
That make it all worth
While equate the suffering
Or are they over-shadowed
By the melancholy
Losing control of how I feel
These bleeding scars will never heal
Remove the fragmented heart from its chest
Will these salted cheeks subside, or will they regress
So tempting is the permanence of the solution
So intriguing is the artistry
Of the departure
Is this the only way out?
Is this what you've longed for?
Dissect the veins, bleed out the lies
Scalpeled wrists, exist this life
Encompassed in sorrow
Dripping hands begin to scrawl
Sweet poetic beauty finger-painted on the walls
(Choose the words wisely)
They will last a life time
Can't pretend anymore
That everything will be alright
(Already I feel so dead inside
Wanting nothing more than to die)
Exact revenge on this world for turning its back on you
Shudder in terror of what you feel compelled to do
Is this what you longed for?
Is this the only way out?
Sweating palms clutching stainless steel
A final scream shrouded in darkness
One last cry for help
As crimson stains the bath tub's walls
(The pain excapes)
As the serrated knife falls
The eternal release encapsulates
Your irresistable devestation
Could it have waited another day,
Another time, another place
Would the desires still have burned the same?
Years from now will they remember
Will their memories remain in death
Or will they fade further away?
Years from now who will remember
Years from now will they remember me
Each heartbeat rhythmically slows
To its last palpitation
Quivering lips fall silent
Pale flesh tainted to a bluish hue
The only life that remains
Lies in the streams
Of the dying words written by you
