I remember every action and each word with such lucidity;
my intentions weren't hidden, outspoken, no emotions were concealed.

I wanted to have it all, at all times,
destroy the things I despise,
like or want to be a part.
Then get bored, let it fall apart.

Not only do I hear voices, in my head I conversate with them.
These demons are so talkative but at least they make sense.

Rabid desire, nothing is enough for this poor sick mind...
Alcohol is fine, don't need pills, just some shots for these friends of mine.

Trial and error? More like trail of terror 
Bad luck or/bad news I'm the bearer
No mistakes were made on this endeavor 
That's fueled by rage, self loath 'n depression 

Wanna hang out? from the ceiling down?
Slash your wrists from dusk 'til dawn?
Drink your penance 'til your liver's gone?
Like an undead writing a suicide note.

Only those who are dead inside,
can survive this so called life,
RIP a part of my so cold heart,
Mend your wounds and disregard.

The end is nigh I can feel the void getting filled with angst.
I'm getting high off the thought of leaving all this burden behind.

I can see the reaper right in front of me, quit stalling you bitch.
I don't know what it is waiting, it's so frustrating... can you please do your thing!?

I might be a lost cause, but i know exactly where I'm going to go:
a Wooden box, not by choice, fire below me n some dirt above.

Get a cleanse, lit a candle, throw some salt, to get me out of your head.
I'm finally dead. Stop wXndering from faith to fate

Core

SadKnob