Story of my life repeated...

Cuts they carve
down to the bone
cuts they sit
cover blown

death it knocks
upon my door
sadness flows;
drops to the floor

happiness shot
away from my face
death is coming
i wait for its embrace

rip, tear,
slash, gash
bone crumble
blood splash

quoth the raven nevermore
while the drugs i did implore
while he sat upon his throne
and sticks and stones did crack my bones...

sticks and stones a lovers words
those death redeeming words of hers
like coupons in the Sunday paper
that say death is on sale today....

for them i now get to pay
lost in suffering for the day
the whole world in disarray
nows the time that i will pay...