Suicide Solo

Lets sing a song of suicide,
Together, You me and I,
As we watch the sun go down
And fade from our eyes.

    The sky's of black,
Darkest night
    Everything is right,
When a hellish fate awaits
    All those who chose,
To party upon,
    The cloak of Death.

Crimson blood,
 Silky smooth
  Runs down, palest skin,
   Between fingers stiff...
    From wrists slit.

   The taste of death, ooh so divine,
 So smooth and sublime
It's like a lovers kiss upon my soul,
Giving, giving...

  Never taking, just creating,
A pain-filled mess that I feed upon,
  To my hearts content.

They wave from above,
  Hung up
     Like heavy flags...
        Empty husks, once filled,
           Now drained,
              A woven rope
                 Warming their necks,
                     Just like a fur coat

        There they hang,
      Gently floating
    In the fetid,
  Chilled breath,
Of Death.

My robe swirls
As I twirl,
 Dancing,
   Prancing,
     Grabbing...
       The Souls of the dead.

 Blood spattered
Brains splashed,
 Flash of metal...
A life no more.

Nothing smells so great,
   As a gun
Shot through the flesh,
 The bone, and the brains
Of a tortured soul.

The blood
It drains, slow, so slow,
 Into the cup that I place
  To collect this most delicious of juices

Most don't want me,
 Yet some do
Either way,
 I come to all
For I am Death,
 The Grim Reaper
Soul-Eater.