I scream in to the skies at the world above
(at the heavens the fail to exist)
I take the knife and stab my skin
the blood flows from the viens within
I lay with slits in my wrists
staring at the heavens that fail to exist
The darkness starts to engulf me
the demons start ripping at my soul
a space in my intestines wrench in pain and fear
a sign, that my time in the world is coming near,
an end. As I approach my final turn, my inards churn
the mouth of the demon takes me whole
as it rips at my soul
The blood flows out of my flesh
mixing with the mud it makes a stomach churning mess
my vision blurs. The ends now sure. I'm about to die
My body will rot in the bowels of hell
where burning flesh is all you can smell
as the skin peels and the bones char and burn
as your stomach is ripped open and your intestines are churned
the entire time your sitting there, totally alive
chained onto a table, what a way to die
My eyes roll back and I start to convulse
I feel a fading in my pulse
my heart stops, everything's red
congratulations, now I'm dead.