today is the day of my death
my muse is lost within the depths
my words melt off a page
like cyanide on a brain
the world is full of genacide
all of this is breaking my mind
nothing really left to say
besides fuck you have a nice day
my death will be a bleasing for all
get rid of someone who tryies to stop you before you fall
fall into the depths of time and hate
on this mind i can not rehablatate
living on the edge of life
is no place to try and find
a place to hide
for the only place is within the mind of suacide
i am truely petrafide
to the excentence of you within me
the darkest burning star
lashing out to be free
puke your hate on the world
i keep you tucked away
nice and tight
for one day you take flight
to kill the light and eat the night
to wash away the sins of mankind
today is the day of my death
not a suacide
but a mastermind
hate me over all
i am nothing but the imbodyment produced by the tears of pain
pears of hate
i am the fate
the darkest burning star will burn no more to be free
kill only me