Fires ablaze within my eyes,
A smile concealing all my lies,
Screaming, begging, calling out,
A final, frantic, desperate shout…
Garnet tears drip from each vein,
A vehement covet to end this pain,
This silver blade lies by my side,
Because all hope inside has died…
As each day ends and darkness draws,
The devil toys with all my flaws,
I’m helpless, alone, a worthless mess,
A broken child, he must address.
I’m tempted when he calls out my name,
A way out, an escape, an end to shame,
To make it feel a lot real,
A deal with Devil, in blood I must seal.
They will say I died of Suicide,
But none knows how much they’ve lied.
It wasn’t a rope, a blade, or pills,
That broke my soul and gave me chills.
I died inside so long before,
To live each day, an endless chore,
Pills could not kill what was already dead,
A twisted soul…an empty head…
In darkness, I wait, in silence alone,
Rose-tinted nostalgia, all around me has grown.
I beckon the Devil, with the key of self-harm,
And I open the doors for him, with the blood of my arm…