The skin rips
The blood drips
I dropped the circular saw blade
I almost have it made
Just one more slice
And i will pay the price
It makes me want to cry
I dont want to die
I started to rock
Few minutes left on the clock
I let out a sigh
This was my high
Mentally, I was a wreck
I put the blade to my neck
I pulled down
Making a frown
Four vertical cuts
But no guts
Most of my blood has oozed out
Now I have no doubt
I lean back and smile
It was all worthwhile
My body will never abide
I flung the blade aside
My vision starts to go black
As I start to wheeze and hack
Feeling very weary
Not a bit dreary
I don't see a light
Nothing is bright
All has gone dark
I had finished my mark
The nonagram carved in my arm
Gashes on my neck from self harm
I can't see no more
I slide to my left onto the tile floor
Blood splashes on my mutilated body
Leaving me alone with nobody
The Devil In I plays through my head
I have joined The 9 of the dead
