death is all i ever think about death is all i want but
death is the one thing i can not have for the demons
that live within will not allow me to die i stab myself
but the blood that has been shed is simply not enough
in my head there is nothing but dread and in my heart
a cold and dark place and to cope with the pain i drink
but its never enough its always a thousand before the
end killing myself slowly but if there is someone who
can do what the devil cant then bring forth what i can
not KILLME! i ask KILLME! i beg KILLME i plead

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