• Looking for a way to die,
    I found my form in ropes and knives,
    a silver razor that I claimed,
    this sturdy rope would hold my frame.
    im ready now to start the show,
    keep eyes on me, it wont be slow.
    I’ll slide the blade across my vains.
    dig it deep,
    to feel the pain.
    as blood runs freely from my wrists
    I’ll make sure the noose head fits,
    then around my neck this rope runs tight
    I do this now,
    ive lost all fight.
    watch me dangle,
    as im set free,
    see what you people have done to me?