Suicidal Happiness

(The graves in my mind)

Dark Happiness


Aim with open fire
Kill me with my desire
Stomach hatred with all my pain
Anger prevails and deemed insane
Cuts on legs, eyes full of tears
Life ruined by my childish fears
Thoughts that kill a soul
Soft and sweetly left so cold
Sore eyes and water liquid that stings
Stuck in my hatred of things
Torn paper and torn hearts
Never ok to begin with in the start
Scars that cover beautiful beings
Soldiers broken with snapped wings
Forever tired and unable to live
Never alright and the last to give
With a bad soul that is rotting in hell
Madness has never made me feel so well
Welcome to my black parade
And as I fall down to my cascade
I drift up to the hell above
Welcome to my death with my anorexi-love

Submitted: Wednesday, May 01, 2013
Edited: Thursday, May 02, 2013

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