| a few words of wisdom |
| Out of pain beauty does come How will you know I am hurting, if you cannot see my pain? to wear it on my body tells what words cannot explain Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselves And immortality If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes You'll just have to claw your way through this disguise And I can feel one of my turns coming on. I feel cold as a razor blade, Tight as a tourniquet, Dry as a funeral drum Scars are wisdom in disguise Cutting my heart, burning my soul, nothing left to hold. Prick your finger it is done. The moon has now eclipsed the sun. The angel has spread its wings. The time has come for bitter things The only thing that's real the needle tears a hole the old familiar sting Try to kill it all away but I remember everything If wild my breast and sore my pride, I bask in dreams of suicide, if cool my heart and high my head I think, "How lucky are the dead" Razors pain you rivers are damp acids stain you drugs cause cramp guns aren't lawful nooses give gas smells awful...You might as well live I need someone to ease my mind - but sometimes a someone is so hard to find Liberate the people that you hate and cut yourself again I drew the blade across my wrist to see how it would feel. I looked into the future, there was nothing to reveal Suicide is the sincerest form of self-criticism HOW SUBLIME A THING IT IS TO SUFFER AND BE STRONG No-one ever lacks good reasons for suicide To have lived is not enough for them... to be dead is not enough for me The only antidote to mental suffering is physical pain I wear a mask so falsely numb and I don't know who I am. yes, I think it's safe to say I feel good about the sin that I inflict on my own skin. I pay money to cut and burn pictures like lessons that I need to learn. I see faces on the ceiling. I see them move and i hear them singing. I lay down laughing here by myself and think about the time that I spent in hell. |