Promise Of Death

You cut into my soul
          why
you want to destroy me
              why
you ripped out my heart
           why


you want perfection don't you?
you want me to break myself to be your angel
but i'm not
              no i'm not an angel
i'm a fallen angel

You crave perfection
You crave a perfect child and if i'm not the one
I end up playing ghost
Now don't I

Maybe because i don't care for god
rather, i care for death and darkness

maybe because i'm just not perfect

"i'll burn all your books and smash your cd player and stereo".

threats..... always with the threats
"selfish"
maybe maybe not
maybe your the selfish one but you blame me instead

push...push...pushing
always pushing for perfection

you  want me to be something i'm not

yell....yell...yelling
rip....rip....ripping
cut.....cut...cutting

maybe death could be my salvation
maybe he could take me out of here
maybe he could breathe life back into this empty shell
maybe just maybe if only he'd claim me

death could be a promise
a song
or a wish
now couldn't it?

you push to break now i'm all broken up
oh look red milk spilling from my wrist
fire burning so bright
what's that heaven or hell
"make your choice"
i crave death yes but i must stay for a small child needs me
"your sister can come"
no she cannot and with that the red milk stops falling
for it is stitched no more red milk

secretly i'll miss it but never again is the promise of death