Today's the day I mark my death
It'll be gruesome and a sight of mess.
I'll be torn up from head to ****** toe
There'll be a mask with a silver rose
She'll leave me lifeless laying on grass
With nothing but a book under my eyes
You'll find my lungs full of water
As if I had no air and I fought up
While she forced my face farther beneath the cold ice of death.
On the verge of dying, she'll help me relive.
Just long for a lung full of knife she could give.
Its nothing that causes death instantly but rather I suffer.