The light hurts my eyes,
I've sold my soul away,
I hunger for taste of blood,
I feed myself everyday,
I stare into the mirror,
I don't recognize the image I see,
It is hard to understand,
That what I see is me,
They tell when you hit bottom,
The only way left is up, you see,
But I have a little secret,
I have discovered the plan B,
My world is disappearing,
And inside I really don't care,
I know this life I lead will end,
This world will never be fair,
I'm tired of fighting for table scraps,
I'll fix all my mistakes and my blunders,
When I bring the blade down to my arm,
And fall now six feet under,
There is only one thing,
that stops this show,
That I can't hear the voice I want,
Before I go,
But really do I want you to see,
what kind of creature has become of me?
That fun and silly kind of guy,
has gone away and here I lay,
A broken shell turned into ash,
From the hell created for me so fast,
I just wish I could make this end,
Without the blade being my only friend,
But I don't think it will be so,
Or if it happens, it will happen too slow....
To some of my friends,
I am but a mistake,
and that is why they left
me to be forsaken,
I end this rant,
because I feel,
The dark lord calling me,
To do this deal,
It isn't yet time,
to finish this deed,
I must first see my children again,
Before I can bleed....
