A/N:I wrote this when I was feeling bad enough to slice open a vein, criticize me, flame me, compliment me, kill me, I don't care anymore, all I hope is that I can bring some entertainment from this poem onto you, then ill know I did at least one thing right in my life.

Out of the sea of the dead I walk,

Hearing the choirs of death scream and moan my name in harsh, venomous notes.

I walk through the passage of the dark and the damned,

Attempts at salvation mauled brutally by the dark pain that consumes me.

With the burden of my presence lifted for the earths shoulders,

Yet another has come,

Third impact has occurred, I am to blame

The pain of my sins eats at my soul

Expanding the bitter void of angst in my soul

My personal sacrifices in vain.

The only thing,

That drives me to go

Is one simple thought

The thoughts, the hopes, the will

Of salvation from this hell

a/n yet again: ill expand this later if people want me to.