Suicidalist *The Colossus*

 I feel like dying NO
I feel like crying
Supplying myself with anything
That wont make me a better being
So tired of reality I just want to sleep
Slip deep with the cousin of death
Im tired of breathing this air its so poisonous
Im tired of feeding where the vulture is
The coldest winter that I ever lived
Never want this shit again
Why was I born
Torn from beingheavnly
To a man fed up creating recipes to make the death of me
No one really cares I know I dont
Fuck smoke I want to hit the ever clear
Be very near not thinking straight
My livers fate is justified by the intake
Which when I do it, its to great
Rent a hotel
If I wake up then I guess Oh well
Stuck in the 6th circle of hell
Letting the Devil win
Gods not inside me
I doubt hes even trying to help
Going so psycho by myself
So angry and pissed its disgusting
And I never want to trust him or her
Im at the point were I might go berserk
Wont stop even when the blood starts to squirts
about a quart
It can get much worse damn I still got court
My life and mind aint straight
And every bitch seems to want to play games
FINE
Lets play survival
Dont be so surprised though
When I cut ya throat
Slit wrist on a random victim
Suicide on my mind will I survive the second time?
IF I ever try
This time I wont pop pills
Two gallons of battery acid