Slice my wrists
Cure my pain...
Kill me fast
Kill me slow...
You're not the first girl
To draw her fears on her arms...
The little girl crys
as she screams goodbye...
I am very rusty at this. I'm sorry if it's no...
As she stood atop Sydney Harbor...
A girl in white,
Walking to her grave...
The corpseflower had so many memories,
Horrors of the lives before it survived...
It's four o'clock on Friday morning
The snow is falling softly, covering the street...
Darkness has fallen around me,
once again i am caught...
I think about death,
Much more than any one person should...
Your head is spinning
as you start to die...
The vindication of the razor, the only passion...
But if passion fly's astray then, my darling, what...