Bloody
Suicide
2-19-04
It
pours from my flesh
Onto the floor
A lingering scream
Behind
a closed door
The numbness succumbs
My pulse is weakening
My
heart pounds like drums
It
rises through my fingers
And straight up my arm
My sudden
weakness
Sets off an alarm
It
starts to grow darker
As it flows to the floor
My eyes start to
set
Death is knocking on my door
A
lost, wandering soul
This Angel Of Death seeks
To show me the
way
To Hell's Rotting peeks
For
what I have done
God must turn away
So the Devil's my
savior
From now 'till Dooms Day