Breathing in the fire,
Inhaling thick murky tar...
Tears stream down a porcelin face.
Unwilled, unwanted, but needed...
People teach you all your life
That death isn’t the end...
A young girl sits, face a picture of pain,
Can't hold back the tears...
Little by little she’s falling apart
She’s praying to leave this place...
I sit here waiting day and night
Dormant till the time is right...
Daths is a gift to those who wait
To travel through heavens great gates...
The clock is always ticking
My end will come soon...
I'll watch my blood flow
thinking of you...
Before I jump into an oblivion,
I wanted you to see me...
I need to leave
This hell you call life...
If this cocktail of pretty pills and liquor works
And I'm lying with my last breath departed...