Volcanic Stone

I'm drowning in a pool of molten blood,
My heart like a volcano; ready to explode,
Couldn't take much more,
What the hell am I doing,
All I know is that I'm ready to die,
Now that I understand,
My pain is bliss,
A hero to myself,
Thousand's of kids with slit wrists,
Only guilty of innocence,
They crawl from their graves,
Life is already hell,
All ready to die.

Ian Robert Potapoff