As razors slide down on my skin,
I long for your poisonous kiss,
I stare at your face as you grin,
My anguish is your bliss.

I think I know, I know I think,
You're destructive, you're a sin,
I pick the bottle up and drink,
And drown myself in din.

The things that make you feel alive,
Are those to kill you with frustration,
And suicide from that derives,
Intoxicating pleasure, burning passion.

And if death comes for me tonight I'll welcome him with
grit,
I feel no pain for I know now, I have no bounds, I am
complete.