Naked and bruised I sit in the corner of my mind
Contemplating whether death is better than life
A hole in my heart is better than a hole in my head?
Maybe death will show me the lesson i seek

The being of me brings about pity and sadness
to whom it brings it to? I don't know
But the bleeding of my tears and the pussing of my words
proves my life to be one of the wrong

Depressed because I'm angry, and angry because i'm depressed
an endless spiral of sadness that will reek itself throughout me
but all i ask is why I'm pressured with so much?
why must I endure this pain and lick up the mess it leaves?

But no one will ever answer me, with snarled faces they turn
Contributing to my insanity they ignore me
Not knowing that one day they shall lay down forever by my hands
A death not freely done, but forcefully accepted

I'm told my dreams are a view of my subconcious mind
They're scared of me now, wait till they meet my dreams
Unholy nightmares to them, but blissful dreams to me
They pleasure me in seeing the death they pose

A color darker than black is an outline of my thoughts
For the kiss of crimson death will lay itself upon them
As I watch and laugh as their bodies decay into waste
For then I am gone, no where to be found

In which I'm hiding in my mind with a an itch of aniexty
I wait of joyful prayer for the coming of destruction
The destruction of happiness and all life to come
Happy nightmares await me, as I sleep.