Does Death Wear Chap Stick?
Tragedian.
Augury
Death … My souls a dark painting
A hole where sparks – get me fainting
These tears I can’t keep restraining
My fear is with sleep – pertaining
And it’s tearing at me, I hate this
Maintaining my life - no maintenance
And if it’s Satan, that causing this stress
I’ll start pausing, until he kisses his death
The bottles empty, no more wishes are left
Life is such a whore; I’ll switch up the set
These itches – its sweat, I’m fighting a battle
If I say I love this life, I’m lighting with prattle
Feeling cold every night, my spine nearly rattles
Eclipse on my soul. My heart seems to be in a shadow.
Quivering, as my soul shakes and aches
My heart done for, when will I break?
My mind in the dirt, I’m not level headed at all
Fighting these urges… to give up and end it all.
Off the wall, these pills must be fucking cheap
Pop two Xanex and get an hour of sleep.
When will God keep my soul, ARE YOU LISTENING?
Taunting thunder erupts in the sky, almost glistening
I get no response, so I must not be too response-ible
Want to be alone, and my life is just too plausible.
Taunting thunder erupts in the sky, almost glistening.
Death is kissing me on the cheek, not on the lips
Embrace the skin tension, as my mind rips…
The pain, unbearable
It’s insane, just terrible
I don’t care though; I hate this life, to much pressure
Take out this knife; take my heart, for the treasure
And for ever, we’ll call it an ending -