I have already passed, but walk the earth as a corpse
My organs are rotting, my throat barely talks
No human interaction, in weeks or in months
No more family left living; my friends have all gone.
I walk the streets at night, in my head, as I dream
Visions endlessly crossing my mind as I scream
As the belt round my arm makes the arteries grow
I’ll part the skin, as the crimson seas of sanguine blood flow
I need a mortician, or a doctor, or a shrink.
To dissect inside my mind and see what makes me think
There’s something wrong with me
My only mental state
There’s something wrong with me
Just self-targeted hate
There’s something wrong with me
I aim to end it all
There’s nothing wrong with me
Allow fate to throttle this life from my feeble hands
I only eat to fuel my body as it rots.
Internal necrosis of my organs
No motivation when you have deceased
I'm so sick of this fucking existence
Screams of despair I hear in my head
Spark up the bong to drown out their sounds
Now the demons emerge from the void
Whiskey will banish these horrible visions
Fantasies of bullets shattering cerebrum
As the tip of the round compresses the brain
Struggling as I'm asphyxiated by twine
Final memories of regret but it's too late
Clawing at my throat as the sharp fibres pierce my skin
The irreversible decision has been made
No turning back
I choose to live to sleep all day,
for that moment of silence,
before reality and my consciousness slips away,
is the closest to which my worthless existence can experience,
that sweet moment of death.
I have many means to end it all,
but still I choose to live,
Thoughts of not experiencing scares me,
so instead I choose to live.
I can’t get my carcass out of bed
I require a doctor for the dead
Somebody call a mortician
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Imagine the voices of every person from every conversation you ever had suddenly talking in your head ALL AT ONCE at 5x the speed in a sheer hatred directed solely at YOU while you’re withdrawing and having terror inducing hallucinations while every single person on earth is talking about you, worse yet they’re laughing at you at the same time in glass shattering high pitched shrieks and they have no eyes, just empty sockets, grinning with nails for teeth til they catch you up….
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