Why does it hurt why does it burn he cant sleep he cant speak the death he brings with each touch the love he destroys with each view carved out eyes sewed up lips the death he lives for the death he brings that none can take that none can fight he walks along this barron land alone with no one by his side with no one on his mind so to stop the pain and torture he takes a sip of the 40 and takes the 9 to his head as he blast a hole in his mind and nothing more then a blood tear in his eye now he can die as he lived alone and good for nothing
