Marvel at the intricacy 
Of those few elating moments
Woven into this decay strickened life

Do these sporadic moments 
That make it all worth 
While equate the suffering
Or are they over-shadowed 
By the melancholy

Losing control of how I feel
These bleeding scars will never heal
Remove the fragmented heart from its chest
Will these salted cheeks subside, or will they regress

So tempting is the permanence of the solution
So intriguing is the artistry
Of the departure
Is this the only way out?
Is this what you've longed for?

Dissect the veins, bleed out the lies
Scalpeled wrists, exist this life [bad word] in sorrow
Dripping hands begin to scrawl 

Sweet poetic beauty finger-painted on the walls
(Choose the words wisely)
They will last a life time
Can't pretend anymore 
That everything will be alright

(Already I feel so dead inside
Wanting nothing more than to die)

Exact revenge on this world for turning its back on you
Shudder in terror of what you [bad word] to do
Is this what you longed for?
Is this the only way out?

Sweating palms clutching stainless steel
final scream shrouded in darkness
One last cry for help 
As crimson stains the bath tub's walls
(The pain excapes)
As the serrated knife falls
The eternal release encapsulates
Your irresistable devestation

Could it have waited another day,
Another time, another place
Would the desires still have burned the same?
Years from now will they remember
Will their memories remain in death
Or will they fade further away?
Years from now who will remember
Years from now will they remember me

Each heartbeat rhythmically slows 
To its last palpitation
Quivering lips fall silent
Pale flesh tainted to a bluish hue
The only life that remains
Lies in the streams
Of the dying words written by you