As i sink below the surface
Accepting the fate at hand
The cold clutches
Of death holds firm
On my mind

My mind slips to better time
Feel fresh breeze in my hair
And honey  suckle taste so sweet
And those memories fade
To black as well

Sometimes people
Come in our life
For short time
Some stay longer
Some time your sad
see them go
Some not so much
But either way
They leave foot print
In our hearts

we are the masters of self-destruction
trying to numb the pain with wine
and drugs
and smoke filling up our lungs,
we write down in lines with no rhyme
all the things
that make our souls burn and die.
our poems bleed
we drink their blood
then we write again,
listening to stupid songs all night
wishing sometimes we were deaf
wishing we were dead.
we let the doors open
anyone with a knife can come inside
cutting our hearts in half,
any tear is welcome
to create the ocean around us
in which we deliberately drown ourselves.
masters of self-destruction,
our bodies are temples where dying souls hide,
we run till our legs are broken
jump off cliffs
go between sharks' cheeks
forgetting to sleep
to dream
we bleed
we drink
we love
and hurt
it's a madmen game we play
each day
laughing hysterically
while slowly taking steps to the graves
we dug for ourselves,
the masters of self-destruction we are
lunatics
worshiping what's not for us to adore
crying
hiding
falling again
and again.
legs broken,
hearts cut and eaten
flesh ripped from our bones
lungs full of water
ears burnt
our eyes scream
but that's fine
'cause we are the masters of self-destruction
and our life is just a mad game

When she all alone in here room
She cry's
When all you got are these four walls
Not so hard feel so small
How come no one stopped her
When she said
Mabe I'm better of dead

Now here I am wishing
I got there in time
To stop you
But here I am
With gun in hand
Wondering if it will be enough
Stop voices in my head

As we open our eyes
The darkness comes threw
We see world for what it is
A corrupt, egotistical world
So we close our eye's
In hope in regaining
Our ignorance