Thursday, August 14, 2008

His last request

Please release me

From this prison

I can’t take much more pain.

Please release me

From this prison

Or at least

Turn your head as I go insane.

Did anyone know?

You were so depressed

You could have killed yourself

But you could not

Convince yourself to swallow those pills


So much guilt

Unforgiving memories

Intoxicated nights

And cheap thrills


Too many times

You told yourself

This will never happen again


You’ve lied to yourself

For the last time

And now you want

It all to come to an end


Now you sit

In the corner of your room

Soaked

In your own tears


Thinking of all

The people you’ll miss

And even those innocent times

Throughout your limited years


You’re so depressed

You could kill yourself

No one

Can save you now


All you wanted

Was to forgive

Yourself

But you never knew how

Slice-n-dice makes it feel nice

She was a cutter

The blood helped numb her pain

She was a cutter

Her best friend was a blade


When the pressure became too much

She always knew which way to go

The only times the voices were silenced

Is when her blood flowed


She was a cutter

Her self esteem so low

She was a cutter

Now she can’t control the flow


This time it was too deep

Her eyes slowly roll towards the sky

She was a cutter

But never intended to die

Accept this fate

I can see the life leave your eyes

As my lips leave yours

Unspeakable horrors taking place

Behind these closed doors


It was my smile that brought you happiness

And it will be what brings you death

Basking in sweet ecstasy

As you breathe your last breath


The times we shared

Pale in comparison to this moment right here

I become more and more enthralled

As your death draws near


I suck your blood off of my fingertips

Its sweet taste goes down with ease

It’s amazing, even after your death

You still know how to please

Angel of death

You gasping for your last breath is music to my ears

This sweet sound brings tears to my eyes

Who knew I’d get such satisfaction

From a strangers demise


We’ve never met before now

I welcome the fact that it will be our last

I must thank you for this performance

My, how your blood is leaving your body fast


I notice you’re becoming quite pale

The sign of another job well done

If it makes you feel any better

You weren’t the only one