Empty Suitcase Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

The damage has already been done.
What else can you do?
An instrument in the head.
Go ahead and drill straight through.
Finding insanity.
Grasping at all the broken straws.
Nothing whole or solid.
Speaking to those who are no longer here.
Beyond the grave.
Beyond the depraved.

Go ahead confide in me your deepest darkest secret to keep.
My lips are already broken.
Jaw busted, ears empty.

I'm sorry but I can no longer hear you.

And the deafness is killing me.
With words they are things I'm trying to describe.

The damage has already been done
What else can you do.
An instrument in the head.
Go ahead and drill straight through.
Finding insanity.
Grasping at all the broken straws.
Nothing whole or solid.
Speaking to those who are no longer here.
Beyond the grave.
Beyond the depraved.

Sinking into a mellow sensation.
Remove all that aggravation.
No more cynical masturbation.
Because it doesn't feel good.
No it never feels oh so good.
The sweet has grown bitter.
The logical makes no sense.
Why try to understand?
Who makes such demands?
A sentence to servitude.
Obey me or die?
I don't think so.
Go ahead and take my life right here, right now.

The damage has already been done
What else can you do.
An instrument in the head.
Go ahead and drill straight through.
Finding insanity.
Grasping at all the broken straws.
Nothing whole or solid.
Speaking to those who are no longer here.
Beyond the grave.
Beyond the depraved.

Go ahead confide in me your deepest darkest secret to keep.
My lips are already broken.
Jaw busted, ears empty.

I'm sorry but I can no longer hear you.

And the deafness is killing me.
With words they are things I'm trying to describe.

Just give me the cancer.
It would be all for the better.
The mental suicide is wearing me down.
A couple more pills and a swallow at the bottom of the bottle.
Any escape from this place.
The prison of many souls.
Encased in this limp body that barely moves.
The slugs race at a snails pace.
But who cares?
Alright over and out.
The orders are given, and once again they will be defied.

The damage has already been done
What else can you do.
An instrument in the head.
Go ahead and drill straight through.
Finding insanity.
Grasping at all the broken straws.
Nothing whole or solid.
Speaking to those who are no longer here.
Beyond the grave.
Beyond the depraved.

Go ahead confide in me your deepest darkest secret to keep.
My lips are already broken.
Jaw busted, ears empty.

I'm sorry but I can no longer hear you.

And the deafness is killing me.
With words they are things I'm trying to describe.

The bubbles float above my head...
There is something yet to be said.
Yet it remains empty.