Knives are sweet, but they dull
Much like the blood loss can lull.
See the blood and need, crave more
I can see into your mortal core.
You have no sympathy left
Took my feelings, a grand theft.
You took everything from me
Finally, no longer blind I can see.
Face me on the hospital bed tonight
See the damage, I lost the fight.
You simply sit impatient and watch the clock
Maybe you should finish me with that glock.
I hate you, I loath you, I want you to confess
All the lies you have told, I will not digress.
You said such sweet, addicting words
But repeated them to others like a bird.
So leave, I give up, I go home tomorrow
I am home again, but my home is sorrow.
I walk in that wretched vicinity of hate
Upstairs, I left a gift for me. A necklace of fate.
Hook it up to the fan, and kick out the chair
Fan falls and parents run up in a chaotic flare.
Yell and scream negative words, away I go
Just walking through this desolate field of snow.
Knock on her door pitifully, tell her I needed a favour
She sees the marks on my neck and bocomes my carer.
Look out the window at the grey, eerie tainted moonlight
I no longer want to solo this endless, pointless plight.
No one wants an outcast
Especially with my past.
I've accepted my fight is futile
I won't change my style.
I leave the next day
We have nothing to say.
I tell her one last goodbye
She looks me dead in the eye.
Tears up and looks away
I'm on my way to the bay.
l sit and watch the water
See Death the Father.
Urges me into his arms
He has the perfect charms.
Follow him down and down
I could care less if I drown.
Gets black and cold, to my core
I wake up coughing on the shore.
My place with Death isn't quite done
I miss my Father and he wants his son.