The Final Death

A child of Sorrow
A result of Rage..
Lemet and wallow,
Is all he did...

Life became empty...
In this depressive state..
He wished others would see..
All of his self-hate..
His best friend was his knife
Deeply would it pierce the flesh
The loss of blood became his life

He called for help,
He cried for love
Nothing seemed real...
Nothing seemed to matter...
Beg, cry, scream,
Was all he would do...
Grin, cut, bleed..
Was the last thing he would do

Screaming the lyrics,
From one of his favorite songs...
"Fuck it all, fuck this world, fuck everything that you stand for..."
He used to live this saying,
He used to live...
Now he is gone...
Hanging from a tree...
His arms,
His body,
His throat still bleeding...

He always said he wanted to leave...
Such a pity no one understood what he meant..