I've spent day in and day out
Puffing on the blunts of my depression
Sipping on the bottle of my pain
I've cut wrist that bled lakes
Tattooed my pain across my chest
Making it not the first mistake
But the one mistake that could have ended
Years of hatred toward a *****
Resentment towards a *******
Both of whom taken my sanity
Twisting it into the death feigning fantasy
Where blood runs thick and rotting flesh
Smells of sweet rose pedals kissing lavender
I should have cut down
The same way the sun becomes extinguished over ancient blue horizons
I'm tired of the pain
The smell of decadence in the morning
Malice tales sung from harps
As blood sparkles with the sun peeking through the window
Down is so much better than across
Because I know I'll just be another limp lifeless corpse
Hidden from society till the neighbors
Become sick of the wretched smell of my dusty bones