A busy line in the stain i call my mind, a simple break, shattered souls drowning in time, simply to benign, unthinkable, unforgivable, unable, unstable, the new abel, be jealous and sin more, succumb to your own guilt ridden pride, cover the faults beneath the tide, somehow amongst the waves my torment died, drifting in Formaldehyde, slowly i cried....
suicide
ready willing and sacrificial, when shall i repent, just face facts, i needed this all along, just a simple prayer, ten simple rules, im trash amongs this dirt, but in the law, congradulated i stand, not quite, for i can do nothing in a shell of dust, break free? i must, and submit my soul, simply to a higher authority not of this land.
