Here i sit
all alone in my sea of loathing
with no one to turn to
but the cold face of death
life has always been a chore
a struggle day to day
i hide my true feelings
under this false facade
with me i carry great pain
suffering in agony
as life staggers along
and i wait to die
i need a break
from the great pressures of life
a release to satisfy my carnal desires
and let the pain go away
as hard as i try
i can never break free
the pain stays locked inside
with no one to turn too
except sharp cold steel
is cutting the only way?
is mutilation key?
is suicide my only way out?
this tortured sould thinks yes
and the voices in my head
agree with my every whim
all these people around me
constantly happy and cheery
it makes so sick and naseous
i want to rip their fuckin throat out
and feast upon the fresh flesh
as the blood runs rampant onto my hands
i cup my hands and drink their warm blood
as it drips from my mouth
bits of flesh stuck in my teeth
who are these that will suffer this fate?
everyone who dare crosses this tortured souls path
with no remorse or pity for anyone or anything
i walk through with the cold stench of imminent death
and i wait for my victim to meet these black eyes of hatred and disgust