Thursday, May 14, 2009

Death By Depression

My flesh is burning

My burdens come alive

In this life I’m not learning

No matter how hard I strive

I slit my wrists to fill this two-liter

Do not donate my body

Death is taking over now I’m weaker

Should I practice my karate?

I chopped all my fingers off now

And my shirt begins to soak

Now all I can think of is how

My mom drank all the coke

Things on me are now erect

My fingers are all gone

My path to death is more direct

Is it possible to move one?

Blood begins to fill my mouth again

Wasn’t it gone from my wrists?

I feel crazy I love this pain

I never knew it exists

So bury me in the trunk of my car

Lock it and throw away the key

I know you will not drive it far

Because that awful stench is me

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