Suicide of the Masochistic Lier

Wandering, feeling the taste of life
Watching as you hold the blade of the knife
Walking on the edge of what is known to be yours
Sweat, now draining from your pours
What is known to be right?
Good, humaine, spirited, or bright?
You felt for the evil hand and
Bit down on the finger as it came into your land
It's curse upon your very soul, nothing like it ever told
Touching and grabbing hold
Like you never did before
WHAT ELSE COULD LIFE HAVE IN STORE!?

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It wraps it's sick, twisted, lies around your neck
Choking you with no remorse, and given no respect
You lie into it's self, wait, watch, and see
And hope, it will let you be free
It sences your once again lies
Secret motives, hidden thoughts, it cries
And begins to harp into your inner being more so than ever before
Scratching, thrashing, and ripping you apart at the core
A normal person would be crying for death
But no, you.... you crave it like a meth.
Will you now tell the truth, or continue on,
Even when you know it means your death later on
Sorowful, lost and down about everything.
One, swift, deep cut, could sever eveything
Nothing truly matters!
Not anymore, WHEN EVERYTHING SEEMS TO SHATTER!

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Your bitter words come out only to be apathetic,
Nothing ever to be said heartful or sympathetic
Not again, the blade slips
Never another word spoken, your lips				
Dry-sealed tight in a hope you would one day survive
You will never tell anyone what aches on the inside
It was all just a dream you continually said
Lying to yourself as you lay in bed
“Nothing; none of this is real.”
“Why is it, this cut, I can’t feel.”
But oh so is only what you thought,
You’ll keep drinking, not a plan to stop
everyone else was right,
You can’t take it all night
Today was just a bad day
And you let it show, in not such a good way
(SEE THIS LAST BIG FUCK UP!)

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Where were you but in the ashes of disgrace?
All alone, in your own little space
There you sat, and there you thought.
Pondering on what was real and what was not,
Lying about the past and unrequitted hopes on the future.
Now fallen to the ground, your mind a stupor
It was only life you were after
And he is not your master
It was only destruction you will face
FOR BEING SUCH A DISGRACE!
			
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Here it is,
And this is your end.
Did you really think those last minutes would be great to spend?!
Watch me as I throw away this last drop
Your blood already won't stop
But what does it really matter,
You're already dead, the world, it won't shatter. 
WHEN YOU'VE DIED INSIDE YOUR OWN HEAD!


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It is a hard-grasping, pointless, game
Much like that of a good video game
Only once you're fucked, you can't restart.
And you always have to give it your heart