The hell I have discovered, is constantly urging me into the blissful abyss.
Coheres me they do, but never shall they leave my side.
For then who should protect me from the harshness that is my reality.
They whisper of longing and desires, which emanate from deep within.
And through these whispers I deduce their need for me!
To have something, anyone to want me is bewildering.
I want them to want me; I need it to be true.
From the moment I was born, my destiny was set.
I have only now to choose my path into the blessing of release.
To burn into ashes that could rise into the sky, would be befitting.
I could allow the flames to envelop my body, and then caress my skin.
How tempting it is to have a blade burrow in my flesh,
And witness my being seep from the abrasion in an almighty torrent.
I want them to want me; I need it to be true.
Though there is many an option, they all dwindle down to one.
For my graceful reunion with them who adore me.
From this precipice before me, how she does escalate from the arcane.
Marvelling at the unfathomable deep, from this soaring periphery.
I brace myself for the oncoming storm which the heavens shall bestow.
With my last radiant breath, I elegantly descend into my mystifying bliss.
I want them to want me; I need it to be true.
Awaking to my absence, I am only a fragment of what I once was..
My distorted and deformed essence is of no importance anymore.
Them who aided me and mended my heart wish for me no more.
They would rather I perish for all which they loathe concerning me.
A storm is brewing within me with a wrath of vengeance.
So prepare for the curtain draw and your lives to come to an end.
Because I wanted them to want me; I needed it to be true.
