Wake up and puke, pills didn't work
Suicide has just become a quirk.
Maybe I enjoy the failed attempts
Live a life of absolutely no regrets.
Cut my wrist for the bloodlust
Die on my own terms is a must.
Maybe not suicide, maybe
I love drifting alone in this sea.
I hate when people ask hollow questions
Or when I'm invited to suicide sessions.
I hate myself and this excuse I call a life
I will end everything with a knife.
All the greatest people were betrayed
Everyone falls apart like a rope is frayed.
Not all of us belong in this dying world
Some of us will end up dead and curled.
I love the dying feeling, the numbness
My mind is a place of dullness.
I miss when we would run in the trees
I miss sitting and talking at the seas.
Your laugh and memories haunt my mind
Our souls have had an immense bind.
Now that you're gone, half of me is dead
People mock me and say it's all in my head.
I wish this was true, but I'll be with you soon
The love is wrenching, I'll die under the same moon.
The Waning Crescent will mark our reunion
Death will welcome me without an intrusion.
I'll find you, take you hand in hand again
Let this resurrected love continue to reign.
Prince and Princess of Darkness and Death
Talk about sweet things over the victims last breath.
Fall asleep in your arms, for the first time in months
Dream a dream of familiarity and no more myths.
Only to awaken, under the sun 
I was happy, with so much fun.
I dreamt of her, dreamt of happiness and apathy
I awoke from a dream within a dreaming fantasy.