The crow bitterly caws The dead man scratches at his noose with a paw Death and destruction Humanity's obstruction Bleed out The little one's they pout My life in shambles Pieces D R I P The cold it nips My grave is tight I can't see the light Fire and brimstone Hell is where I'll atone My sins are numerous My life was humorous Cut my wrists My life it twists My hope leaves My soul is cleaved Eternal torment Torture To certain people my pain is a horticulture To grow and nurture To grow to sadness To develop into madness I've been destroyed I've been toyed I ache for death To breathe my last breath I long for the reaper To take my soul and be it's keeper Heaven or hell Ring it's bell Bury me beneath an oak So no longer can I be prodded and poked Belle I don't wanna upset you I'm fine I mean it But my pain was a pit And you were like a rope And you gave me hope For once I had someone who knew Someone I could call a friend Who could prevent my end This poem is for you And everything you did too Thanks Belle You saved me from a life of hell So for you I give thanks Because now I don't have to yank on a rope Because now I have hope Suicide and homicide No longer options Nor is cyanide Just a life where you exist Both of us a pair of pessimists Thank you
Thanks Belle. You really are the most caring and kind person I have ever met. Thanks.
God save me Please end me My death is cold and bitter I don't want to be called a quitter The smell of my corpse like sulfur To engulf her In misery is not what I wish Is not what I want to dish I'm sorry Or am I I want to just hurry up and die I hear your anguished cries Everything we had dies In that one moment I accidentally cause you torment I taste copper My blood it drips and pours It shakes my very core I see everything fade My life a sham A charade The depressing funeral parade I feel what I caused you And I'm sorry For everything For the suffering I beg your forgiveness I want to end this Then I wake up It never even happened I pour my coffee in my cup Good your still in a good mood Good Maybe I can still make you happy That would be nice But I still have to roll the dice To live life
Oh **** Life is a pit Catch the pieces of my life in your mitt Your paw Turns to a claw Gore me Or bore me The choice is yours The story in your hand Take a stand I don't care If you stare Cause I got the fighting spirit of a bear **** me Ill be back Cause I have to this mortal world a tie I'm just too angry to die **** **** This time I will Just until