Death Never Tasted So Good

by Good Enough   Jun 5, 2009


The razor burns through my skin
As my body is calling its name
So shiny with lust, I crave it
Craving the tattered pain

Crimson drop stain the white
And makes my dark, painted black
The fog is finally setting in
And my beats start to fade

To see my life pass through my fog
and the pain finally subsides
I feel home, alone, craving something
Something so tasty it makes you scream

Death never tasted so good
As you feel it stimulate your taste buds
The razor, please cut me again
For I am finally free from this....

...life..

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