this complication of hate and pain
swimming in the hell inside my brain
complicated contraptions of lov and shame
scrawled on this anti-christian parchiment
unable to achieve myself
running my life into the groudn the harder i try
forcing others to endure my grief and hate me
unable to sleep and lonely as possible i cannot cry
my final prophecy
records of my insanity
one way to complete me
a sign of what is meant to be
my blood to be set free
i waited to see what would happen
i observed my fucking everything up worse
destroyed too many lives to be forgiven
it is time to exit stage right in a hearse
what will happen once i’m gone
i can’t help but think one less weight on the world
short pain will dissapear underneah the stain of time
people will redistribute my belongings recycle
undoubtedly i will be thanfully forgotten
everyone who thought they knew me will move on