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Im curled up in a ball
Laying on the floor
I dont believe I deserve to live anymore
The knife that is point down in the table is a gleaming red
My wrists are soaked in blood
Im suprised about how much I bled
The voices are shouting for me to just drop dead
Im not afraid to end it
If I die I know where I will be
The place with the lowest of lows and hottest of hots
The place where I will sit down and sulk in a hot corner
Wishing I wouldve had a close friend
Ill slowly let myself melt away
Letting the flesh burn away
Till Im nothing but a skeleton
Ill go to the world that I once called the hell of my live
And bring pain and horror to the world
Leaving everyone to wonder weather or not they are safe
If the noises in their walls are just their home
Or if its me comming to scare them into nothing but a petrified little body
Always staying quiet and keeping their ears and eyes aware
Because they dont want to feel the icy cold bones of my hands wrapped around their neck
The sheer pain that shoots from their brain to their toes and makes their eyes bleed
The pain that gives me my strenght that gives me my power
That gives me my will to keep disturbing you and everyone close to you...

~Brian Steinmetz~