Poezja

-NOTICE: DO NOT COMMIT SUICIDE! ! ! -


You dream of the blood that rips down your arm,
As much as you hate it,

It makes your heart warm.

You cry the tears you didn't know you had,
And your heart still isn't iron-clad.

Why you live,
You don't even know.

You're turning as pale as the winter snow.

Death likes to taunt you as you cry,
Why don't you sing a lullaby?

Fall asleep, little Angel of Death,
Before you have one last breath.

Don't keep up the act you always have.

Just close your eyes and feel the pain.
It might be the only thing that keeps you sane.

Bye, bye, little Angel of Death.
Close your eyes ans snap your neck.

Heaven will never be close to you,

Hell is the place you're driving to.