Life is a game. It's a Russian Roulette party, and am I the only person who came? I've gambled my sanity. I've gambled my will. Betting my life. Felt the chill, on the bloody mantel, it spilled; used as ink for the reaper's quill.
Curses are bestowed, capturing my soul; extinguishing hopes; hanging butchered dreams by ropes, attached to ceilings. I drowned myself to the sounds of Reptilia by The Strokes, in the background.
Tonight I feast before taking my leave. Setting scraps of meat unto your breath-taking China piece. As I dine, I picture the state of decomposition. Mouth to a bottle of wine, I'll escape this degradation.
Death gave you to me, and death was helped in taking you away. You are mine and mine alone, I had to force you to stay. Till death do us part my love, and I'm not sorry darling,... you had to pay.
Thus, I've cried for the cruelest death to befall you. May the most diseased maggots, infest you. For If you are...