I paint a bloody picture I paint it with a twist I paint it with a razor-blade I paint it on my wrist and if I paint it properly A fountain will appear and in that bloody fountain my troubles all disappear

Everything i look at seems to die so when i look in the mirror why dont i?

Someone once asked me what I would do if I knew I was dying; i said, "I'd smile"....and guess what?...im smiling

Life is full of pain and sorrow, but suiside is swift and sweet