7 pages of Death

One little pony in his grave left this life to be my slave two little pony, light he gave in my lonely little cave three little pony, king on top off with his head, my father chop off with his head,my father chop... This is my suicide! Breathin' life and torture pain keeps rushin' in breakin my bones maggots in wounds livin' life in sin one... The rain mixin' blood drainin' into the sea the rain crying from children, wash over me wind over my head fire beneath my feet kill me now! take this life my body is your rotting meat... this is your storm two... Breathin' life and torture pain keeps rushin' in breakin my bones maggots in wounds livin' life in sin compelled by hate and suffer these walls are closing in external bleeding, each wound with crying blood a cry for every stab a memory for every scab... this is my torture Three... you feedin' me! Bread so green and dry you killin' me! steal and hurt and lie you blindin' me! a demon in your image your dark light in my blood are you fearin' me? Damned this aching fool Intimidated by you... this is your sin four... Step away! my heart and mind, you gave away to a demon, you satan storm into my soul like a raging bull my heart, you drained away of what was once full the lights, you blinded me strong, blinded me long faded and died away what i see now your truth... these were your lies five... In my sleep, this innocent state, so fragile the heart and soul away from the flesh, unconscious stealin' my innocence takin' my heart claiming my mind sinned upon and lied to, lost in the winds of the storm... you stole from me six... again and again what a torture is like a pain upon my skin my flesh, mangled into a dessert for a demon i go phrenic afraid of the world in it's shadow, i hide clouds of maroon hover the earth raining red glory, crying red glory, i am red glory... you hurt me seven... scabs engraved scars unpaved lashes still bleeding infested with disease and turmoil the chaos me, left to starve and rot in hell an exit all i seek me, left in a demonoid peril left for the lion to feast me, this maim for a vulture i'm it's dinner, it's prey to become the ground to become the sky my body for dirt my soul for the high child's voice: where we once lived long ago where we once knew... this is my death. 2000