My shield is rusted
My sword is dull...
Breaking down from time to time
Like a schizophrenic...
Lovely flowers grow at the touch of her fingers,
On the roses, on the thorns, my poison lingers...
The ticking in your eyes calls your bluff
Feel free to die when you have had enough...
Something is hurting inside me...
Ripping my soul in two...
He lurks around the corner
with his creaking, aching frame...
Velvet sky lines lace mountain tops
My body lays broken among death...
Please take a look at this picture before reading...
Beyond the pale smile
of flowery nicety...
Suicide... I love you.
I think about you all the time...
You are crying,
Because you are dying...
At night as I lie awake
I think of all my bad ways...