Thou shout not feel my pain...for my pain is a thousand times that which humanity has foresaken

At Last I Find Myself With A Barrel Down My Throat...But Cant Find The Strength To Shoot...Time To Get The Rope.

For Once I Find Myself Happy...For What I Have...My Little S.L.U.T. That Loves Me...But Would Rather Be High...Maybe Its Just My Imagination...But Weed Cant Cuddle Back...

Its happy time in the Hanshaw home but no one shows up at the dinner table....only thing on the table...a bloody axe...."I Wonder Where Mommy And Daddy Are..."

We have finally reached the end of the line...time to get the gun...barrel to my temple and all i can think about is her...but still....BANG!....

She Loves, She Loves Me Not, She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not...
Well If She Loved Me...She'd Show It...
SHE LOVES ME!!....Stupid Lying Flower!

For Once I See Some Thing real...
Dont Know What Dont Care What...
If It Is Happy Or Pretty...
It Dies!
If Its Sad Or Ugly...
Ill Make It Happy...
AND KILL IT!

With This Floor Of A Canvas And My Blood As The Paint...
I Will Paint A Picture Of You Pretty Face...
With All The Blood Loss I Will Surely Faint...
Then I Can Say I Felt You Pretty Face...

A B C D E F G, I WILL KILL YOUR FAMILY!!