Do you hear his voice? Brusque and Arrogant
He's not from heaven above
hes from down under, where they show you know love
Tough shit, if you cant take it
this is the place for all the sinners
surely not winners
Rebels and Misfits
Cutters and Teasers
Wrong Do-ers, Non Pleasers
Your in Hell
Burn and Rot In Your Hell
You soul belongs to the devil
you fucking on the third level
with, you got it, satan himself
Favorite number six six six
You spit upon the holy crucifix
nothing but wrong doings, all you've done
oh yea, here you will have nothing but fun
you weren't good enough to go to heaven
FUCK, your lucky number sure isn't seven
Satan has claimed your life and soul
he can torure you forever, never again will you have control
OF YOURSELF
OF YOUR PAIN
JUST REMEMBER 666
because you are now the devils bitch
my wrists are over taken by scars
glass, razors, and scissors
cuts, slits, and carvings.
i feel my flesh rip apart, with this simple yet complex object..
for a second, everything is erased...
no pain, no lies, no heavy load of life
i press it in harder, i push it in depper
Blood, steadily and smoothly runs out of my wound
im better, not okay, not fine,im better..
The Blood, My Blood, is simply beautiful
my own art carved with my simple yet complex object is beautiful
i am in love with this art
i am in love with this pain
i am in love with my crimson blood
i have an itch only my razor can scratch
i have a dotted line only my scissors can cut...
MY PAIN, I CONTROL
MY GLASS...MY CUT...MY BLOOD
MY RAZOR...MY SLIT...MY BLOOD
MY SCISSORS...MY CARVINGS...MY BLOOD
I AM THE ARTIST
this is my bloody art..
I think of days,
I should've forgot,
And think of how,
In hell, you'll rot,
And this brings,
Me peace of mind,
In times that it's,
All I can ever find.
How quickly love,
Can turn into hate,
I guess it's just,
A strange twist of fate.
My life: it's yours.
Use it or take a hold of it.
Take a knife, and cut my life.
I don't care; it's already have been torn.
Hold my hair; slice my throat.
You can rape my internal hope.
You can steal my faith:
You can spit on my face.
You can do whatever you want;
you don't even have to pay for the rent.
'Cause I'm a doll:
a murder doll.
So beware while you're asleep;
I might be doing the same thing what you've done...
but with no pain
I'm going to make you feel,
All the pain you put me through,
When I put my,
Knife into you.
I know the only time,
I will ever suceed,
Is when I cut your throat,
And watch you bleed.
I'll feel better when,
I hear you scream and cry,
While I tie you up,
And burn you alive.
im sorry ive gotten worse....and it had to end like this
Fake a smile, Fake a laugh
Fake being there, Fake loving me
i was always different than everyone else.....
i never really had someone...
i had my mom, she preferred drugs to me
never had a dad, he split at the first site of me
had a step dad, like shit was how he treated me
i had my uncle, coke his choice of drug, never could say anything nice to me
oh but my razor, my only friend
Slit my wrist
Fuck, my vein i just barely missed
the slit, boy is it deep
i dont shed a tear, nor do i weep
it doesnt hurt not at all...it leads me one step closer to Deaths Call
just the site of the blood makes me warm inside
this morbid feeling of happiness i can not hide
the blood just pours out...
why try to stop it? theres no point at all....
i know only to cry and bleed, bleed and cry
how can i stop something that feels so good?
i feel no pain
how can i stop something thats always there
..........unlike you
im shaking- i just wanna die
im crying- i just wanna die
im hurting- i just wanna die
im bleeding- my last good bye
why the fuck wont i just die
if you dont kill me im going to have to kill myself
my death of choice-suicide...
i'll slit my wrists so deep and wide
you'll find me lying in my own pool of poisoned blood
roll me over and read my letter good bye to you carved deep inside my arm...
and it will say
" i could not take living like this another day..."
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