into the abyss.

some days i wish i would die away.

then i would finally fly away.

to turn into the bay and drive away,

into the never-ending abyss of depression.

the red on my wrists never disappears.

it’s has become an addiction i fear.

when death is so near;

i’m walking towards the abyss of devotion.

and dear, i don’t want to hurt your feelings.

but this isn’t sentiment i’m dealing.

my heart just keeps peeling.

it’s breaking into the abyss of fury.

this isn’t a mere song.

i’m afraid i’ve felt this all along.

the burning, the passion, with every new ration.

i know you haven’t felt good.

(but dear i’m much worse.)

‘cause my hearts been breaking,

and my minds been aching.

(as the blood is pouring at a chorus.)

for i’ve lost all my thought in a passionless knot.

(thinking about heaven and hell.)

my tossing and turning is the image of yearning

as i picture my gruesome, self-destruction.

so i’ll jog at a pace, i’ve ran at all day,

and i will fall into the abyss of hell.