Such a deadly obsession- suicide.
It kills me to wish I was dead so bad, and
Fantasize about death all day.
Bleeding images screaming
In my mind and I just want
To drown them in my bathtub while
I fall asleep forever.
Don't want to get better, not sure if I'm sick.
But blood, crimson streams
Of decadence calling me to the grave.
Death.
So unexplored- so unknown- so unique.
So fascinating, captivating, decapitatingly
Consuming my mind. And I am so denied
Of the sweet surrender.
What I would give to know...
I'd give my life to understand dying.
To experience what comes after
With the choice to come back again.
Impossible.
But what does that mean?
Wish I could just be a vampire-
Somewhere in the middle.
All the blood I could ask for.
I don't feel wrong, I don't feel sick.
I feel alive and
I feel death calling me closer to
Suicide each day and I don't understand
Why I can't get rid of these thoughts these
Images haunting me breaking me
Crushing my skull in
Bleeding screaming death dying black black
RED.
Everything RED.
Everything
RED.