Death on my shoulder

Death tapped me on the shoulder
i asked
what
death was gone
i missed death
i missed salvation
i missed the right path
well soon to be
i chose
maybe now maybe later
i cant stand the pain
i love the pain
it drives me
in every image
in every memory
thats what i like
thats what i pursue
me
me
i cant be any different
i want to be different
to many memories of sadness
to many thoughts of killing
killing spree dreams
death and rage furies
blood
i love that sound
screaming into my withered heart
drowning my reason
returning into darkness
i run to see
the end of me
rhyming nothing in words
music and movies i feel pain
reminders of the lashings
history has been unkind
so the future will bind me
to what the task has for me
goodbye to everyone
bleeding is felling life
and life only reigns
through your eyes