My blood is spilling out from me,
this evning I hope is my last,
I cannot take another day like this,
feeling so alone,
yet wanting to be left alone.

My nights have been sleepless,
my smiles seem so cold and fake to me.

It's no suprise that I feel the way I do,
theres so many I can blame for how I am now,
a quick and easy scapegoat if you will,
but I suppose that all I have to blame is myself.

No....
All the drugs in this world couldnt release me from what haunts me most,
haunted by morbid thoughts of death and the hurt of those I care for,
my darker shadow fueling them and more,
and being fed such unquenched anger in return.

No....
There is no cure for me,
there is only one remedy for how I feel,
the cold scrape of metal across my flesh,
the last thought I have in this world is that of a silver bullet in my head.

It seems this is how I'm rewarded for having a heart,
for caring for my freinds as much as I do,
the only way to fix things is to do the do the iredeemable...

..Yes...
..The last thought I have on this plane of existence is that of a silver bullet in my mind.

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