I've decided that it's time to go.
My whole life has been a life alone
Losing my control
Drugs have me under mind control
No bonds like an isotope
I don't know what the point is
Soul isn't joyous
I'm a walking, breathing poison
Talk is cheap and so is
The reasons I try to give for this behavior permitted
I'm sick isn't definitive.
Neither is anything perception based; printed with images
This is ridiculous, isn't it?
My visage is pathetic
Looking disheveled, crooked, the village idiot.
Take the hint for a second
Look at what I've done..
I'm showing you the action right before it happens.
Before the star turns to fragments.
Before the snap happens and it's spread across the Internet
And everybody mourns, but only for a second,
We can see the lies
And it eats alive every part of us.
How does it feel to live long enough to see me die?
If I said it, it's expected
This isn't different
Miserable penmanship from a person imprisoned
But he's begging to die...
And that's typical?
How long will it take to get rid of you??
This depression.
This suicidal tendency
I wish I had a different enemy instead of me.
Life isn't worth it..
And dying isn't worth it..
I'm trying to be perfect
But my mind isn't perfect
I'm supposed to be a better man
Supposedly, I'm better than
But when I see what I am..
I'm broken pieces from everyone else's hands.
I'm foolish,Look at everything that I achieved
In exchange for a rotting family tree
I'm a fucking joke
Spitting lyrics with a puss filled throat
And you're wondering why the fuck I explode?
I'm too destructive to listen to
I'm too egregious
Too poetic, too metaphoric, too allegoric
Too boring. Too much emotion is pouring
Too blunt, too much allusion
What the fuck do you want from me?
It's confusing
I'm done. I'd rather shoot myself and end it
Than ever write another fucking sentence
I'm finished.

I'm done. I'd rather shoot myself and end it
Than ever write another fucking sentence
I'm finished.

Or maybe I shouldn't...
There's a lot of things I wish I said but I couldn't.
Staring at regret; Tearing at my chest
barely have a reason to live..
So why should I do it?
To derive meaning is futile
It's stupid to assume I know the end from experience
but who can?
It's crutial, to differentiate the sickness.
This is my existence that I visit
persistant. consistantly abysmal.
Now you're privy
Now you see me.
It's that simple. Enigmatic shrouds are released with a pint full
The blood of Christ is wine inside the Bible.
Is that enough?
Or should I say it in laymens?
I'm an alcoholic killing myself by looking for reasons
I'm sorry.
If it's not now it's later..
Talking softly; got to lock down my anger.
I'm hoping for a cure...
Closure maybe.
Frozen, achy bones are supposed to break me
Right? Should I move again?
Or am I nothing but a hooligan? A fool that pens
Many instances of same old predicaments
Hoping people will hear it and touch him.
Ridiculous.
That's ridiculous.
Past and present tense
It doesn't matter what the time line is.
You can always hear the time bomb tick until there's nothing left.

I'm sorry.