All that died, they could be helped. Did we keep our heads onto the ground? The ornaments of death linger on your cold breath. I heard you scream at fifteen when you met Seth. The depth of the canyon was immense. You gripped tight as your father claimed self-defense. Sick fuck treated it like incense. In a sense, you thought gripping his throat was progress. Immature child, mangled by your parents. It's not your fault though, you could've gotten better. This requiem is for those without a suicide letter. You'd grow to murder everyone in the chapel. Thought you could acquire justice for the bite they took of your apple. You grappled their necks, dismantled their limbs, but you were never forgiven for your sins. How you look me in the eye and say you changed my mind? Ain't nobody gonna stop me from this suicide. If I wake up to the morning light, then I'll try again tomorrow, 'cause I hate my life. Feeling fucking feral, magic tricks with fecal matter. We could all batter those who made our souls flatter. We could bring the strap to school and make lives shatter. Or we could be better, hold our heads high and not scatter young dumb fucks away from innocent families. Fantasies of lives without school tragedies. Fore bearer shills meds, matriarch demands heads. 1% treats you like a human, and that's the real progress. I wish we could all live in holy matrimony, but that's not a realistic goal for the lonely. Unfortunately some can't see there's alternatives to ill chatter. It's not up to one man to fix the matter. If you think the drugs make the sun shine, pop some more and then you'll see it's just a dumb lie. Xanny addict, I'm a no-life. We'll be numb til' the day that we gonna die. I was gone for a minute, then I came back. Off the drugs, got me thinkin' 'bout the way back. Now I'm happy to live, and I can say that if I was too die, I hope I could be paid back. All the pain and love, shit that makes you numb. Just confusion and feeling useless, feeling dumb. For all the days I was scared just to shoot the gun, these days I just wish that I got it fucking done. No, all those lost deserve life. They didn't feel like it, but I wish I kept my life. I'm upside down, lamenting from the afterlife. Put down the knife, brothers will respect strife. He loves, she loves, they all love you too. You'll love you too, you'll be born anew. The real wake is in the morning with wondrous dew. Your wake is full of those who wanted the best for you. All that died, they could be helped. Did we keep our heads onto the ground?

Tell me why I'm waiting for someone that doesn't give a fuck about me. Oh you wanna. Tell me why I'm aching for comfort. Rest my soul by the pine tree, I don't need you. Now I cannot cry, lived 1/4th of hundert. Nothing's ever free, give life to me. Whole life I bowed for the one. All my fun in dissonance, rigor mortis is humdrum. War drum pitifully echoes in the distance now, in unison with laments of "how? I'm holier than thou." Allow me to show you the ways of the dead. Congregation's conversation leads to me to the riverbed. Immense comfort in funeral canticles and head. Your soul will shed, darkness twists the thread. The rain comes, now war drums come in large sums. Imaginary people fight for breath to stay in my lungs. I speak in tongues every day of the year. Mute boy runs off to the Riverwood, feet whirr. Clear my sight from stress and decay. Forests echo my name in shame. There lies no fame, no name. It's all a game, kill the flame. Compare a struggle to Passchendaele, ash-heart blows away to no avail. Simplistic headset covered in a dark veil. The answer's in the spiked hail.

By the pine, I bleed. At the riverbed down on my knees. Please, remember me. Marie flees from Tar's eulogies. Seas dissolve before the waking man bleeds. Will I ever flee back to where it all began? Tobacco drips from your teeth sandman. Looking so fucking meek. My carcass feels sleek. My lovely one leapt over riverbeds. My lovely one sandwiched all in the sands. My lovely one on the other side. I don't regret that I died. Croak for me. Come with me. Selfish is me. Die for me. Lovespell... Babbling brook's shook. The book of the dead takes you with the sharpest hook. Drag your swollen heart down to wear I am. Beaten, killed and mangled is the lamb. Meet me down here, I'm dead. When I was living, I brought all dread. Frigid is your bones. Leave sobriety in comatose. Hose you the fuck down. Blood and wine dripping from your maggot ridden gown. Frown for a man so fragile. Truth seeking is your battle. Haggle for a skeleton witch and pry your life's bones up out of the ditch. Bitch licks a pile of bones. Whore vomits on my tomb.

I'm trapped in this maze, I gaze upon rubble. Peek through a mannequin eye. Tell the bricks in the walls that your soon to die. This room is my tomb, I feel my spirit crumble. Fickle eye peeks at the cross. Moss grows under my fingers and toes, death's albatross. Father please forgive me for my sins, that's my pross. Committing so many atrocities came at a big cost. Lost these words to speak freely for a reason. Shackled, beaten, ankles eaten. No food from now to next season. This weakness'll deepen. Rehabilition until I come to Eden, pleading for forgiveness. Sickness brings stiffness. With the lord above as my witness, I think back to when I was soon to die. Death is the great lie. Heaven, hell, nothing, well don't cry. You won't know til you're there like me, in the afterlife still waitin' to see if I'm soon to die. Staring at a fuscia sky, wondering where the fuck am I, wondering whether it's December or July, wondering if this is a bad high. Down here, you don't fly, you just cry.

Necromaniacal laughter from thee. Bastardize me as I rot with the leaves. Hypothermia in the mines of Moria. I elevate beyond the den of thieves. Pigeon held in my cell for many eves. Time in the hole brought me many cleaves. Weave and greave as my headset leaves. Wash, rid the disease. Body ascends to the fuscia sky. Speak to the unknown man up high. Beg for forgiveness with him as my witness and beg for the blood, I cannot lie. Pry the chalice out of his arms. Drink the wine, obtain scars. Woken, holy, feeling coldly I disintegrated that which harms. My body in the Styx, rotten beneath things betwixt. My body in the Styx serving as nutrition for the tics. Get me out now. To the dead lord I bow down. I polish the tin crown. With a fake frown I soak this gown. I've passed. I'm in my cell, wriggling out of my cast. I'll leave you in the past. Memories remain so vast. Rot in the earth. Girth rebirthed, remain unearthed. I was in the room with a lack of mirth, wondering what my life is worth. Rage withheld. Weld the excelled sadness felt. I was swelled with saving the youth, but I could not do so in truth.

Meet the sun. Done is the wicked, fame's undone. Stand tall for the one and claim you've won. The weight lifted was a metric ton. Fun is had in doubt. Still in the afterlife facing this drought. Scout the wastelands for my fallen brother. He was 30 when taken from me and my mother. Is he lost? Can I find him? Will he respond to this hymn? Is he lost to the grim, or will he make it back on a whim? If I find him again, I'll promise good will unto all men. If I find him again, I'll promise him a life of Zen. Days have passed, they must be years now. (So caught up in the haze, escaping my own pain) I locked you away with regret, and what's next? (I guess I’m here to stay) A darkness untouched by goodbyes, a whisper in the night to remind me you’re there (And it’s far too late for sorry, no more pardoned folly - I’m missing you.) Come back to me. Osiris, come to me. I'm sorry boy. Come back to me. I'll set you free from this bleak sea. Swim to your body and guarantee that you'll make it out of the dead sea. I decree that your killer will rest from the mangled tree. Her and your son will cry for thee. I'm a bad person, see? My evil deeds brought you all of your needs for revenge and a whore splayed in the guillotine. Hatred is fuming in both of your veins it spread all around your dark hearts like nicotine. Steer clear of me, I'm irrational so let me be. Who knows what I could to thee, I'm raging in the dead sea. And I'll cry...and I'll cry... come back... come back... If I find him again, I'll promise good will unto all men. If I find him again, I'll promise him a life of Zen. I didn't find you. I didn't come through. This world did turn from a hopeful fuscia to a monochrome blue. Who knows what to do? Is this lieu? Did I deserve this too? No matter how much my mind is corrupt, is there really a way to rehabilitate? It doesn't have to be easy I'll feel uneasy for a lifetime if in the next I'll facilitate. This dead boy can be a live man if I just concentrate. What the fuck went wrong? Can I lose this trait? Can I really rehabilitate? I've done a lot of bad things. I meant well when I murdered kings and made them pay for their ravaging's. I'd love to do all the work, it's unknown if I can. I'll either make it to the promised the land, or grip tight to Satan's hand. I think I can love... I dream of the promised land...

Rest for a lifetime, live for the daytime Climb through the grime, make it all your prime I'm feasting on a wondrous brew. Paying homage to the happy few Bid adieu to you and the hazy blue Quality hue glistens from fuscia dew Debut with a wondrous wave Claim yourself as the architrave Fireworks and motherfucking false pride Glamorously starving in vain from 9 to 5. That's how it is, all fucking rife it doesn't matter 'cause I'm out here in the afterlife. I'm out here in the afterlife. I'm away from my decayed wife. With great strife, I entrenched the knife With great strife, I kept my life. Sleep in peace Live for the roses Rest with the leaves Rest for many eves Mastermind, so kind, stays entwined. Designed to blind and twist into the frame, so blind. Enshrined in my god damn ways. My body rests in the haze. Gaze upon my splendorous remains. No chains, empty veins and a lack of gains. Destined to roam the plains, so free and full of solace are my ways I'm dead and decayed. When living I never touched the blade. No guns, no weapons, just a body frayed. Suede was my skin beneath the mask. Empty remained my flask. Fast was my life, but I still would outlast. Amassed a contrast of colours that don't involve brothers or lovers. Just vultures, just gutters. I shook hands with unknown temptation. I never found out how I came here, thus ends.

Take me back to the light, or please lord, let me blight the night. Rapturous grief did grip me tight, this dead man can still take flight. Fuck all the others, fuck my brothers, bring back the colours. Give me mother earth and its wonders. Fuck the walkers, it's about the runners. From proud to vacuous, ambiguous is my existence. The distance is now null and void, money's no longer my false soy. Lay your tired bones upon your spouse’s back Her bones will shatter and she’ll receive all the flack Hands off, or I take your pride. As I gazed, laughter died. Wriggle in the dirt, shill me, kill me, bring the hurt. I don't care. With fame you subvert, etch on my tombstone "SKRT SKRT SKRT" I don't care, please beware. Motherfucker's gorgeous, artless carcass permeates within the darkness. Call this grand death my catharsis, starless is the dead colossus. Shackled marrow now will harrow amidst piano. Dead bitch sings soprano. I'm plunging down the stair, I don't care. I'll never see you. In the woods is where I’ll bury you. In the trees is where your ashes will flee, my life and hers begin anew. Several years since the adieu. The spite we did leave was true. The father of me is the father of you, entrenching us, we were subdued, but we’re free now. You’re proudly wearing’ the gown. The years will not see you frown, the adverse scalp can’t keep you down. As for the others, they’ll emerge from the covers. With will on their side, they'll find pride. The earth is sowed with lovers. Stay in the frame. Beckon for the nothing.

You can never take away this lavish death. breath taken at last as I disintegrate this depth. Never in this afterlife will I ever meet Seth. Now I'll drop to my knees as I take my final breath. Suffering, hovering over the plot of me corroded into eternity. Recovering from the challenge of discovering that I won't change internally. Smothering. mothering, wuthering the feral child in my arms eternally. I'll never see life again, I'll remain buffering. Withering away into the fray. Strangulate the day that made this life turn gray. Giants roam through here, forever astray. Welcome to the land of cold decay. Rotten amidst the mist, cease to exist upon the precipice. Remain as these ground's cyst, greet all who enter the mist. Vulture resculptured this structure, throw the culture into the void. Devoid of Floyd I found my steroid, it's the magic of the unjoyed. Stuttering, covering the life before me, I bask in the cold fog. Uttering over my suffering, fluttering over the stained bog. Suffering, hovering over the plot of me corroded into eternity. Recovering from the challenge of discovering that I won't change internally. Born out the womb, I escape into the cold tomb, I embrace, wondering what challenges I'll face. A bright light fills my cold eyes. Everything's a haze until I see my mother smile. Nothing lies ahead in my mind. The moment is forever, but it won't be one I remember. All I can do is erupt into cries, not out of sadness, but something deeper here lies in my heart. Fresh out the box, but it already beats strong. I'm not even a child, but the tension in my soul remains wild and volatile. A being who is yet to become, the one who can be anyone. A star, or just another piece of cosmic dust? Underneath the sun, I was born, placed right into the fray. Into this land of cold decay. Stuttering, covering the life before me, I bask in the cold fog. Uttering over my suffering, fluttering over the stained bog. Suffering, hovering over the plot of me corroded into eternity. Recovering from the challenge of discovering that I won't change internally.

This is 2018. Waves of codependency and pills appear unseen. As a preteen, the pitied child made romanticized abuse routine. What you don't see is the real ones, suffering the trauma of the rape from the whoresons. Cadaverous ones decay before my eyes, while the false idols glamorize. I need the darkness, I crave it, it's therapeutic. Is drowning in the music considered casuistic? I shit it, I spit it. I lay melodrama out. Glistening sadness provided all the clout. Drought of the mind is needed. Barricades up while sadboys stampeded. "Just another teen suicide." Ill lament, the point was tossed aside. Save your life, make something yours, or take heed, and step through the suicide doors. Crash, O.D, do it for me and my jewelry. I swear I'm just fine. I'll give you time. I hope you don't mind. I'm not that fine. This is 2020. You died this year, with all the money. Though you may as well have just stayed bummy 'cause in the end you were still bloody. You hung the noose, it was no use. Kids like you now profuse. "Live fast, die young." This rang from your cold tongue. All you motherfuckers love your motherfucking uppers. In delusional youth you thought they helped you and the others. The aftermath is numb, now look at what you've become. You've made the child's sadness your truce. Stunning ice in this noose. Grimace at the decaying one. You'll never let them see the sun.