dry ink on paper
it really doesn't matter
dry emotions in words
sealed in blood spatter

let me sleep...
awake till the birds start to sing
everything i am i wear on my hand
i put everything into a ring

i punish myself
for redemption
people dont understand
this is my decision

rape me
of all my loneliness and misery
please don't call me morbid
i wish i was fucking free

sick of being the underdog
im sick of being average
stuck to death like glue
to honour and obey like marriage

another drop of blood
take another pill
you're most alive just before you die
but this isn't giving me a thrill

i want this to end
i know im taking the easy way out
but you have to understand
what this is all about

push me hard and fast
but don't think im weak
the moments before i die
are so very bleak

im in hospital, psych ward next
on my bed i lye awake
saving my strength
but is it all fake?

a smile, the gesture
being polite
everything i do within me
is it worth the fight?

only for my mind to die again?
don't think these words are sappy
they are filled with hate but
i am not happy...

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