• One more slash the pain is bringing me down,
    I should succumb to the ground.
    Blood spills around me on the floor,
    someone is yelling at me through the door.
    Laying on the ground I ignore them,
    the yelling stops I am no longer condemned.
    I close my eyes and remember
    demented tales from my mother.
    She told me I had to watch my back
    because the devil's heart is black.
    She told me that death was easily won
    right before her life was done.
    I found her in the morning
    all bled out that was her ending.
    She finished her story, she sang the whole song
    she wanted to help me get along.
    But look what she did to me...I fought back for a little.
    I couldnt handle it I was too brittle.
    So now I am destined to finish like her.
    I didnt even have the chance to utter
    the words i remember from the ones that blend
    the only words that are left are THE END.