(Psalm 34:17-19, 1 Peter 5: 7) Death is stalking me Captivating Suffocating Death is taunting me Wrap the noose around my neck Death is tormenting me Load the chamber Pull the trigger Death is mocking me I don't want to die I can't control my own thoughts Feelings of desperation Feelings I can not ignore I need some kind of cure Cure me from these horrid visions Cure me from these wretched thoughts I need your strength To lift my spirit Save me from myself Brain splattered matter Dead in a pool of blood Brain splattered matter Razor blades next to my corpse Brain splattered matter Lungs filled up with h2o Brain splattered matter The triggers pulled The head explodes