My every attempt is cursed to
fail, same as my life has gone
down the gutters for who
would stop and and see who longs
for death? Who would realize
that the pain is too much to bear,
when all that can be heard are lies?
Who in their right minds would dare
to care? Certainly not the monster in
my heart filling my essence and soul
with pain and death. Why is it such a sin
to want to die? To want to listen to the call
of the demons in our hearts? Is this why
we all crave death? Because we’ve been
pushed away from it? They begin to cry
as they see it’s too late, they had a chance, when
the time comes, we all will leave. We all will die,
but the question is, why? Is it so wrong to leave?
We will all die, all disappear. It’s a lie.
You will never see, will never believe.