My Destiny is Death

I could not take this
life anymore I could not
deal with this pain
and my tears are pouring
down, like a downpour
of rain.

Crimson eyes
and careless thoughts
bleeding tears
in a state of endless distraught.

The colour of my lips
I'm pale and skin so thin
the agony is crusting
tears over my eyes
like driplets of poison.

The jaded edges of my knife
the most easy and common
means of my escape
and the monster inside of my mind
takes on a frightening new shape.

I find myself slitting my wrists
and wings so black
endless pain I somewhat feel
and cuts like endless cracks.

And I can't stop cutting
even knowing I can fly away
praying and hoping
I'll live a second longer
to see a shinning day.

When morning arises
and my cuts make me weak
I hear voices that whisper
but I can't manage to speak.

The girl in the mirror
that is looking back at me
with the heartless heart aches
and wings I can't see.

I'm taking my knife
my beloved old friend
and cutting my skin deeper
at the cuts that could never mend.

A deep calm blue lake
that is my blood
represents my frantic cuts
of my tears that flood.

I can imagine
the world without me
of every butterfly
that could imprint the sky.
and set my wings so careless free.

When my life had meaning
you meant the entire world to me
I just had to believe.

The marks and bruises
all self inflicted misery
for my life is an open womb
and death is my destiny.