God will not answer anymore
I pray and pray
He won't answer not to me anyway
The devil is calling for me
To do the things that feel right
In side I know I can't
But the urges just keep feeling alright
I place the blade on my fresh skin
And slice a perfect line of crimson
It drips and drips the perfect line
It feels so good inside
Then I grab a smoke and take
A deep breath with the smoke filling
My little lungs breath out and I'm calm
Flying on the clouds for a little while
Taking some pills to fall asleep once again
Hoping to never wake again
Everything will be alright is what they
Always say.
But I've gone to far this time the devil
Has me now there's only a bit of time.
Left for me.
