marvel at the intricacy of those few elating moments
woven into this decay strickened life
do these sporadic moments that make it all worth while equate the suffering
or are they over-shadowed by the melancholy
losing control of how i feel
these bleeding scars will never heal
remove the fragmented heart from its chest
will these salted cheeks subside, or will they regress
so tempting is the permanence of the solution
so intriguing is the artistry of the departure
is this the only way out, is this what you've longed for
dissect the veins, bleed out the lies, scalpeled wrists, exist this life
encompassed in sorrow, dripping hands begin to scrawl
sweet poetic beauty finger-painted on the walls
choose the words wisely, they will last a life time
can't pretend anymore that everything will be alright
already i feel so dead inside, wanting nothing more than to die
exact revenge on this world for turning its back on you
shudder in terror of what yuou feel compelled to do
is this what you longed for, is this the only way out
sweating palms clutching stainless steel
a final scream shrouded in darkness
one last cry for help as crimson stains the bath tub's walls
the pain excapes as the serrated knife falls
the eternal release encapsulates your irresistable devestation
could it have waited another day, another time, another place
would the desires still have burned the same
years from now will they remember
will their memories remain in death
or will they fade further away
years from now who will remember
years from now will they remember me
each heartbeat rhythmically slows to its last palpitation
quivering lips fall silent
pale flesh tainted to a bluish hue
the only life that remains lies in the streams of the dying words written by you
