Little Rascal

Save me, save me; said the saviour.
Save me from myself
The rascal on my shoulder, an endearing face
The home of a pitch black soul.
Take the pills to the mouth
Take the blade to the wrist
Take the gun to the head,
Wispering solfly.
The embrace is coming soon.
The warm embrace
Nothingness awaites.
I've been deceived.