self abandonment

The ripping feeling....
The knot that forms deep in youre stomache...
As the teers of blood spill forth im blinded by the pain...
I choke on the agony...
Copper tasting morbidity....
There is no hope... On my own words i choke...
I hope to sleep the endless sleep...
The one most dread to take under wing....
For me to live is a sin....
Im ready for that razorblade.
The beautiful scarlet against alabaster skin...
Im ready to be handed to Gias open arms....
Ready to rest in her bosom eternally...
This forsaken earth dont need me...
Pain is the only thing that is real...
It does not deny me the cravings i need....
Untill the day i rest in my grave...
I pray that at least my treterous soul can be saved....