deadpie
June 8th, 2010, 11:14 PM
I was seven stories above the concrete
Almost finished my abominable novel and just a step to make it complete
Seven years old and petitioning on my knees
Took a box cutter but stuck it in the carotid artery
No time in wasting for contemplating
It's now or never and the weather couldn't be any better
Follow the blue line on my wrist
From the time that you twisted it
I tried to resist and you forced me to kiss then put my lips on your dick
And my stomach got butterflies until I was fucking sick
All my childhood issues seem alright
When I'm strapped up with sticks of dynamite
Why should I put up a fight when you’re the one with the knife?
I know allot of people think I'm dumb and slow
Because when I was in school I’d put pencils in my nose and slam myself into the table
My abusers taught me how to sell my soul
And turned me into a selfish sick troll
Every single day when I smash my face into a collection of razorblades
Then remind myself that I'm a clothing hanger abortion mistake
When my mother tried to smother me with a pillow
I didn’t think that I’d survive just to rip out my eyes
I used to love Jesus before he nailed me to a cross
Suicidal penance beyond any healing
Watching as the bruises start peeling
And I wish God was alive so I’d have someone to blame for my childhood
For every point I make is another misunderstood
A Priest told me that I deserved every second of it
My father said that it makes me a faggot
And I tell myself I'm better off with a head full of maggots
Now that I’ve had it I just want to tear it apart
Stick a wooden stake directly threw my heart
And maybe it’d be some used to you
Because for now on I’m locking myself in this room
And find that my dreams will lead me towards my doom
A blank canvas is my self portrait and my savior is a fucking tomb
Almost finished my abominable novel and just a step to make it complete
Seven years old and petitioning on my knees
Took a box cutter but stuck it in the carotid artery
No time in wasting for contemplating
It's now or never and the weather couldn't be any better
Follow the blue line on my wrist
From the time that you twisted it
I tried to resist and you forced me to kiss then put my lips on your dick
And my stomach got butterflies until I was fucking sick
All my childhood issues seem alright
When I'm strapped up with sticks of dynamite
Why should I put up a fight when you’re the one with the knife?
I know allot of people think I'm dumb and slow
Because when I was in school I’d put pencils in my nose and slam myself into the table
My abusers taught me how to sell my soul
And turned me into a selfish sick troll
Every single day when I smash my face into a collection of razorblades
Then remind myself that I'm a clothing hanger abortion mistake
When my mother tried to smother me with a pillow
I didn’t think that I’d survive just to rip out my eyes
I used to love Jesus before he nailed me to a cross
Suicidal penance beyond any healing
Watching as the bruises start peeling
And I wish God was alive so I’d have someone to blame for my childhood
For every point I make is another misunderstood
A Priest told me that I deserved every second of it
My father said that it makes me a faggot
And I tell myself I'm better off with a head full of maggots
Now that I’ve had it I just want to tear it apart
Stick a wooden stake directly threw my heart
And maybe it’d be some used to you
Because for now on I’m locking myself in this room
And find that my dreams will lead me towards my doom
A blank canvas is my self portrait and my savior is a fucking tomb