Upon my bed,
I sit looking upon my faithful slaves;
My hands,
Bloodstained and cold.
The grasp of the knife
And embrace of the gun.
The sting in my wrists,
Drenched in blood,
So dark and cold.
I sit alone,
Breathing through a dark tunnel,
Waiting to taste the pleasure of death.
The king i am,
Of the darkness.
My reign will rule forever
Until death do you part,
Hypodermic needle filled with air,
Enter my veins
And breathe into my heart.
Choke...
Bottle of pills by my side,
Ease the pain and set me free.
To rule over death forever,
I am the king.
I am the knife at your wrists,
The gun in your mouth.
I am the vein filled with nothing.
I am the overdose of pain relief.
I am the Suicide King. |