Caressing my wounded soul with all the pain
That you promised I would never have to feel,
I no longer want to be a part of my own life.
I don’t want to feel myself anymore
Because I have become my pain,
Complete within my suffering.
I yearn to kill all I am,
Murdering existence slowly,
The last piece of my heart finally breaking
As I watch my soul bleed out upon my bed
Mixing with all the tears I’ve wept.
Nobody cries for my loss,
Departing sweet depression,
But I’ll be thinking about you when I die.
Gehenna {Back}