Blood splatters as I run this blade through
Your heart explodes with red liquid running out
Drip, drip, drip, I want to drink your blood
But wouldn't that be too strange?
I don't know, just wiping this knife with my handkerchief
I stare into your lifeless eyes, wondering why
Wondering why you had to push it too far
All the mockery and making fun
You had to push me to the breaking point
Now you end up with the devastating result
I'll end up in prison forever
But I still made your face an expression of shock
Thinking you can really get away with everything
The answer has been my blade in your heart
Now you probably wish you never said anything
Now you probably wish you never did anything
But it's too late for all of that
Might as fall down and just bleed out and die
Sorry you had to take it too far

Demons have my lot
How wrong can it be?
My tortured soul casted out
Down into the pit of hell
Will you find my heart
Blackest as blackest can be
Death I summon with a voice
The howling of the cold winds
Marks a pathway into the abyss
And there I shall reign forever

Is it destiny that has you in my life
Or is it just pure luck
I count the days we've been together
And wonder who really gives a ****
Are the stars aligned in our favor
Or is it just blind faith
That keeps us moving forward each day
Would people congratulate us
Is it really any if their concern
I feel it's better to leave it to trust
And keep the world at a distance
Watching our crosses burn
And make it worth while
To feel the power at a glance
Letting others know it is the way it is
How that happened can only be by chance
Or is it more than that

So many people talk about love
Do they really know what it is?
I feel I'll leave that feeling up to God
He's bigger than my corrupted heart

I loved once a long time ago
We were young and full of *****
But things changed like they always do
But get me to understand that

Life isn't fair
I am aware of the pain
So much of it
No beauty to be seen
Just the darkness all around

I look out my window
And the darkness hits me in the face
My eyeballs want to pop out of their socket
So much craziness to be seen
Just way too much chaos for me
Way too much drama people are causing

Life is too short for that ****
But it is here nevertheless
I see the sky falling
Raining blood all over the streets
Too many kids dying
For **** that ain't right
Because of the chaos
Because of the drama

You talk **** to me
I'll ******* shoot you
And not even think twice
Do a life bit
And die in prison

My mentality ain't right
Corrupted to the extreme
I'll run the blade through you
And leave the scene
Get caught days later
And do a life bit
And die in prison

It doesn't make much sense
I don't have an answer
Too many parents in tears
Another kid of theirs ends up in jail
The coroner is making his money
The preacher is busy praying
What the **** can we do
To protect the ones we love?

How can we survive a life of crime
Especially when it's at your front door
Can't we all just put away the guns
Stop talking **** to one another
And be a role model to these kids
But it's just a dream to hope that way
Because life is not that simple
There's always going to be people killing one another
It's been that way since the dawn of time

I will always watch the news
And hear about another ******
Another kid put in their grave
Way too early in life
Where are the parents at
That's the ******* question
They're the ones committing the crimes
And these kids have that too see as role models
It's no wonder why they turn out the way they do

It's hard to believe I will ever feel happy
Like I was when I was a young boy
Playing tag with my next door neighbor
Or feeling the excitement on Christmas day
It's hard to believe I will ever feel content
Like listening to old records on my stereo
Or writing poetry at the age of nine
Everything back then seemed so innocent
Everything back then seemed so fine

But it wasn't...

It was just trying to hold on to life
And make the best out of it without going crazy
So much dysfuncftionality ( even if that is a word )

Dad going insane
Older brother malesting me
Younger brother a whimp
So much chaos
We all just wanted to quit

Nothing going right
Mom getting hit
We all pretended everything was okay
Come Christmas time when presents were being open
Then you had Easter, waking up to go to church
Sitting at the pew and praising a God we hardly knew
I thought many times to run away
Forget everyone and try something different
It would be better  than all of this
I even tried it once but got scared and ran back home

How the hell did we all survive?
I wish there was a manual to do life
I would of done things differently
Said things differently
It wasn't at all fine
Now we all have scars
And have turned out different this time

Mom is dead
Dad is dead
Older brother a minister
Which I think is ironic
Younger brother a talker
And me trying to find my own way