Visions of Hell

No more goodbyes

Not even wistful sighs

My screams of pain

You will never have to explain

With the blade of my knife

I am ending this strife

Not that you care

So now I will say my last prayers

"Heavenly Father Full of Grace,

Please take me to that cold dark Place,

Lay me down among the bugs,

As I take this handful of drugs.

Demons may feast upon my skin;

For all of my dreadful sins.

Take away the light I see,

Please just let me die horribly."

With a slice of the blade,

My life will slowly fade

Blood drains down my arm,

Nothing now can keep me safe from harm

Now you will see

That my call to you was a plea

But now it's too late

And it's only you that you will hate

Wicked laughter now fills the air

I can still see your uncaring glare

I'm ending my life

With this sharp bladed knife

One more time

And death will be mine

Layout my wrist

And give the knife a quick twist

Blood squirts

But it does not hurt

I welcome the pain

As I slice my vein

The blood is bright red

Now it covers my bed

One day you will know

Why I had to let life go

My breath is slowly stopping

My eyes are steadily dropping

My demons have now won

And my Hell has just begun.