A razor blade upon the floor.
blood upon my wrists.
i think of life and death and hell.
alone in a graveyard, i scream to the dark.

Screams of hatred and fury
of confusion and pain.
i remember a time when everything was alright.
Pain and suffering where just myths.

I used to be happy.
but it was not meant to last.
The cruel hands of fate snatched my
entire purpose of existence and tore it apart.

The blood of countless millions burned into
my soul of hatred. the devil makes work for idle hands.
my hands. there was once a time when i could love.
but nothing lasts forever. Once a girl said she cared for me.
but you left me in the gutter for someone else.

I jolt back into reality as screams pierce the dark.
screams that flow from my mouth.
As i lay on the grave of my mother
i trace the cuts of my damaged skin. Hatred
fills my soul of black and pours into the
icy caverns of my heart.

Before i stop it, a fist lashes out and
cracks open the resting place of my mothers bones.
Realizing what i've done, i break into tears,
hoping to die. I trace the ground, looking for a weapon to end my life with.

My fingers brush against the sharp edge of
a neglected razor blade and i know what i need to do.
My heart pounds in my throat as i think of all
the pain i caused. The people i pushed away. The lives that have been lost.

The last kiss i shall ever have is that of cold steel against my throat.
the last embrace shall be death's. And as i draw the blade
across my throat, the last noise i shall hear is screams.
Screams in the dark