Shell encased remedies made with the slightest bit of happiness and sadness.  Nervous tremors of reclusion to blame another. What are you waiting for, another empty chamber, pull the ******* trigger.  Lets end this so sickly, so quietly, there will never be a trace of any parallels to define my face.  If i could find any other way to replace what i knew was lost inside, to spin the thread once again and find a new life.  So forgive me for all my angels are really just strangers, and i really must say goodbye.  For iam breathing in a ocean of madness as my pours exhale my consciousness.  And i scream with all my exhaust to punish my unfaithful past existence with this trigger.  Lets end this so quickly so painfully, i trust you to find me when the leaves blow away.