I killed myself today
In hopes that it would null
the pain in which no drug
could my sanity fufill
Lost souls and lost names
depression of my life
the voices in my head
Inner grief and outer strife
CHORUS:
Come to my bedside
With hood, hour glass and blade
The sands have all spilt out
from the crack my life has made
Ol' Scratch is on my pillow
whispering in my bloody ear
The good God is in my mind
adding to my pain and my fear
I've pissed my life away
For all I could not get
Composed of broken hopes
All my dreams turned to shit
How can you escape
From the pain in which your born
Your heart begins to fade
it's strings ripped and torn.
-CHORUS-
My heart stops; I rot
the muscle pulls from the bone
I have time only to write this,
my epitaph
upon my abandoner's stone