Picture 4

Tearful screams of agony fill the atmosphere,

As the picture once more becomes vividly clear.

Light finally shines I’m no longer naked in darkness,

No more cracked lines of light but I still feel hopeless.

Cause the entity which accompanied me with a dreadful melody,

Is no longer musically but insanity now envelopes this monstrosity.

The tune he used to whistle was unknown,

But every note sent a sensation thought my bones.

And every time in slumber I submerge,

To this place that thing and a unknown urge.

Been that way ever since that faithful day,

I kissed the cheek of devil just to fade away.

Two weeks and every night he gets closer to me,

I feel weak and this fright is driving me crazy.

It started with him knocking on the wood,

From that to rage full hits it didn’t feel good.

Ever since he broke down those walls,

A chill down my spine as I swear I can hear him call.

What the fuck do you want from me

Such profanity towards me who embodies your sanity

What the hell are you and what do you mean

I am the final urge the ultimate desire your untold dream

What the fuck are you talking about

I am he who can make angels scream and shout

…… Did I bring you back with me when I went there???

Touching the pool of truth is not enough look into it if you dare

Are you a demon I brought back with me from hell

That is a story told from idle lips that is all I can tell

Then what are you

You

I don’t get you

Visualize a painting of just me and you

And then what

Watch the picture unfold to tell you what is true

What are you talking about cause I don’t have a clue

Give me 7 days to reach your spirit and all will be clear

So it will take you seven steps by hand to get here

When I do watch me diminish all those who stood against you

That may be true but what if I don’t want to

Suicide allowed you to see,

A place forgotten by those who deem themselves heavenly.

Never will u return never will u find joy in the simple things,

You now are accustomed to screams blood and hellish things.

The closer I get the more you realize it,

You are now a born killer accept it.

Usually surviving suicide brings u tranquility,

But serenity seems to be misplaced with me.

I tried to hang myself but was saved in the nick of time,

Hatred towards humanitywas all that was in my mind.

They cursed my every step ridiculed my every move,

Wouldn’t even let me die theywant to see me lose.

But what they don’t

know is that I did die for one second,

I visited hell and my hatred became a solid weapon.

But before I could yield my sword of emotion,

I was pulled back and my sword became my devotion.

Which slowly creeps back into its rightful place,

Cause coming back made it disappear without a trace.

But now it has found me and I can see its right,

We are one and the same so no use to fight.

What will be will be,

But after this week the world will get to know me.

Suicidal Failure