MORBID REGURGITATION

I regurgitate my morbid thoughts on paper
Taking care not to spill
Each line more morbid than the other
With a hush undertone of overkill
I slit my wrists with the edge of a rusty blade
I want to bleed my self dry
I want to loose every ounce of life
Feel each moment as i slowly die
I want to feel my veins giving up
I want to listen to the silence of my heart
I want to stay awake as long as i can
Before i descend into eternal darkness
My soul shuns the mere thought of absolution
I know too well that salvation is but a lie
I stand alone locked inside my head
I scream in pain but no one hears my cries