The chair's been kicked, a rope tied to the rafters

Blue faced and broken necked, I sigh

Relieving my vision from the sick mocking stare

Of that hated sun burning the sky

Slumped like a headless scarecrow

Cold and limp against the wall

Blood paints a pattern of rohrschach's design

Thawing the winter that burdens this heart

Shit-stained and shameful

An exit in disgrace

Not a splash but just a ripple left

I end this life in vain

In the dead of the darkness, I breach the still lake

Towards the reflection of the moon

The night colored liquid arresting my lungs

Finally in peace in this watery tomb

Destroy this fragile body

To be gorged upon by worms

Not a splash but just a ripple is left

In the wake of my merciless scorn

Beyond those cursed stars above

Lies the answer that I seek

On the backs of bullets rides my name

Longing to kiss my cheek

Resentfully decline retire this hated life

Without guilt, I break these veins

Carved with salvation's knife

Turn not away, avert not your face

This is how it was meant to be

In silence found hanging there above a pool of waste

The beauteous workings of mortality

No one can truly touch another

Parallel never to cross

Pointless fumbling, sad mistake

Only capable of pain

Beyond those cursed stars above

Lies the answer that I seek

On the backs of bullets rides my name

Longing to kiss my cheek

Resentfully decline, retire this hated life

Without guilt I break these veins

Carved with salvation's knife

Beyond those cursed stars above

Lies the answer that I seek

On the backs of bullets rides my name

Longing to kiss my cheek

Resentfully decline retire this hated life

Without guilt I break these veins

Carved with salvation's knife

Beyond those cursed stars above

Lies the answer that I seek