Everything you do Costs me the most How can simply four words Cause so much lachrymose?
And may I view my 'tomorrow'?
I ask you bluntly There's no other way That I can plea Without being engulfed in woe My hand tremble with malaise My mind, lost and unfound In an illimited maze Oh, how I long for cessation Of such the terror And bleeding sensation How I wish for blankness, amnesia The proper Band-Aid The emotional freedom But I remain-
As the mental delinquent,
Unable to handle a tragedy Or to even try to relinquish Your voice, like venom,
Submerging me into a demon's hellfire Or as if you were Satan, who sent them Thus I watch As my life wanes My blood full of pure Abhorrent distaste And I remain icebound In your grasp, held back From every being out there And from ever being found And I recoil into truce,
Refusing to turn away-
I will not fight the truth-
So I can visit nirvana;
Years in final reserved sleep Staring at the demonic fauna Trapped high in the devil's keep But I shall forever remain As the mental delinquent