I step towards the oxbow lake
Forget the noose, I will never wake
The life I’ve lived I hate so much
Why did god create me such?
Death will hurt and I know well
But no-one cares, there’s no-one to tell
The flies will eat my rotten soul
And I will count my deadly toll
I’ve killed too many, over time
I love to see them squirm and whine
But I must be punished for killing you
So I will die the same way too
So I apologise for my sad sins
And putting your body in the bin
But a horrible death will rid my hate
I am in a suicide state…
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
I step towards the oxbow lake
Forget the noose, I will never wake
The life I’ve lived I hate so much
Why did god create me such?
Death will hurt and I know well
But no-one cares, there’s no-one to tell
The flies will eat my rotten soul
And I will count my deadly toll
I’ve killed too many, over time
I love to see them squirm and whine
But I must be punished for killing you
So I will die the same way too
So I apologise for my sad sins
And putting your body in the bin
But a horrible death will rid my hate
I am in a suicide state…