Pull the pin from a savage hand grenade,
Or drown out life with a shiny sharp blade.
Secure a noose behind your left ear,
And remember, in death, there can be no fear.
Bleed slowly, but make each slash swift and brief,
Conserve the pain, the blood, your sweet relief.
Dead man walking, make way for the condemned,
Now you’ve self-sentenced your own life to end.
Embrace that which all your life you have craved.
Scares of the past, on your arms are engraved.
Slit your skin ‘til you find much-needed peace,
Bleed as you search for your own golden fleece.
Your sweet relief, you must pursue and seek;
So make yourself bleed, mutate your physique.
