I write
my final words,
I'll write
my letter of
goodbye,
there's just
too much hate within,
can't sleep,
can't love,
yet I love,
yet I don't sleep.
Future untold
comes to my sleep,
awakens instantly,
dreams of killing
someone,
instant impulses
of hate,
where's my gun?!
No, it's not clear,
my mind,
what am I thinking?
What is inside,
if not pain and desire
to
take souls
to the god of
the world under me,
quiet whispers
from my own mind.
Insomnia still here,
hallucinations of
the world
in the past,
dinosaurs shred
innocents to little
pieces,
pharaoh's slave
looks into pharaoh's
eyes,
priests take his
eyes
Please stop following me,
With your phone calls of pity.
With your cries for second chances.
With your 'honest-to-God' depression.
You walked out on me,
I didn't leave you.
I didn't leave you to fend for yourself,
To fend for yourself all alone.
I didn't tell you to get a life,
I didn't say I hate you.
I didn't yell and scream and hurt you,
No, you did that to me.
So why do you cry for me?
Why do you follow me wherever I go?
Why do you think I would take you back?
Why would I?
No, it's finished and I'm out,
I'm finished with this game of yours.
No more crying, dying and being torn apart,