Take This Life
An empty canvas,
a very blank page.
A non-fiction story,
to die at what age?
These chapters are bland.
This font's overrated.
The pages are torn,
and the ink has faded.
Well I need a new story,
'cause this one's worn out.
Read one too many times,
I know what it's about.
I'll lend you this script,
get a good grip, hold on tight.
And now you've learned the story,
you'll live it tonight.
Can you Take This Life?
It's icy, it's cold.
My cover is bent,
and these harsh words are bold.
I need to escape,
to where screams become silent.
My bones turned to ash,
and the wind became violent.
Well my muscles were squeezed,
and my heartstrings were tugged.
My veins have been tied,
while my blood has been chugged.
My skin has been slashed,
and I'm holding the knife,
as I'm begging you please,
can you please Take This Life?
Well I've found my fix,
and it's happening fast.
I'm breathing in poison,
and I'm inhaling it fast.
Now time passes by,
no tears have been shed.
I'm cold to the touch,
and my feelings are dead.
My nerves have been numbed,
and I'm inhaling more.
I've stayed up till dawn.
Now my arms have gone sore.
I pushed to the limit.
My senses are shot, and
this book has been burned,
the ashes forgotten.
Can you Take This Life?
It's icy, it's cold.
My cover is bent,
and these harsh words are bold.
I need to escape,
to where screams become silent.
My bones turned to ash,
and the wind became violent.
Well my muscles were squeezed,
and my heartstrings were tugged.
My veins have been tied,
while my blood has been chugged.
My skin has been slashed,
and I'm holding the knife,
as I'm begging you please,
can you please Take This Life?
I've got what I want.
I've got what I need.
My throat is now smooth,
and I'm weak at the knees.
I'm done with the torture.
I'm done with the pain.
The afterlife brings happiness,
and it keeps me sane.
Can you Take This Life?
It's icy, it's cold.
My cover is bent,
and these harsh words are bold.
I need to escape,
to where screams become silent.
My bones turned to ash,
and the wind became violent.
Well my muscles were squeezed,
and my heartstrings were tugged.
My veins have been tied,
while my blood has been chugged.
My skin has been slashed,
and I'm holding the knife,
as I'm begging you please,
can you please Take This Life?
But then I remember,
the story before.
It was burned, it was tortured.
Just like me, to the core.
Well I thought, and I thought.
Now I know what to say.
"When your life turns to pieces, the pieces do stay.
a very blank page.
A non-fiction story,
to die at what age?
These chapters are bland.
This font's overrated.
The pages are torn,
and the ink has faded.
Well I need a new story,
'cause this one's worn out.
Read one too many times,
I know what it's about.
I'll lend you this script,
get a good grip, hold on tight.
And now you've learned the story,
you'll live it tonight.
Can you Take This Life?
It's icy, it's cold.
My cover is bent,
and these harsh words are bold.
I need to escape,
to where screams become silent.
My bones turned to ash,
and the wind became violent.
Well my muscles were squeezed,
and my heartstrings were tugged.
My veins have been tied,
while my blood has been chugged.
My skin has been slashed,
and I'm holding the knife,
as I'm begging you please,
can you please Take This Life?
Well I've found my fix,
and it's happening fast.
I'm breathing in poison,
and I'm inhaling it fast.
Now time passes by,
no tears have been shed.
I'm cold to the touch,
and my feelings are dead.
My nerves have been numbed,
and I'm inhaling more.
I've stayed up till dawn.
Now my arms have gone sore.
I pushed to the limit.
My senses are shot, and
this book has been burned,
the ashes forgotten.
Can you Take This Life?
It's icy, it's cold.
My cover is bent,
and these harsh words are bold.
I need to escape,
to where screams become silent.
My bones turned to ash,
and the wind became violent.
Well my muscles were squeezed,
and my heartstrings were tugged.
My veins have been tied,
while my blood has been chugged.
My skin has been slashed,
and I'm holding the knife,
as I'm begging you please,
can you please Take This Life?
I've got what I want.
I've got what I need.
My throat is now smooth,
and I'm weak at the knees.
I'm done with the torture.
I'm done with the pain.
The afterlife brings happiness,
and it keeps me sane.
Can you Take This Life?
It's icy, it's cold.
My cover is bent,
and these harsh words are bold.
I need to escape,
to where screams become silent.
My bones turned to ash,
and the wind became violent.
Well my muscles were squeezed,
and my heartstrings were tugged.
My veins have been tied,
while my blood has been chugged.
My skin has been slashed,
and I'm holding the knife,
as I'm begging you please,
can you please Take This Life?
But then I remember,
the story before.
It was burned, it was tortured.
Just like me, to the core.
Well I thought, and I thought.
Now I know what to say.
"When your life turns to pieces, the pieces do stay.