Blacked out,
Backed out,
And ran away.
From my life,
And my family,
Of which i disgraced.

I killed them all,
Whith no weapon at all.

Thats right i used my hands,
I learned that art from other lands.
I drank their blood,
Thick as mud,
And red,
Dark red,
Deep dark red,
My life is such a dread.

It all happened when,
I fell off the ball,
Lost a brawl,
Took a fall,
And broke every bone in my damn body,
Felt pain beyond the nature of human kind,
Then was bind,
like an rabid animal,
ready to be killed.

Lashed out,
And thrashed out.
Didnt think,
Before i offered.
Actually i took,
Whithout an offer,
Of a second chance,
Bless their hearts,
And cleanse their hands.

Cleanse mine too,
Their bloody,
Cold,
And blue.
In a pail,
Of icy water,
For i cut them off,
Dont even bother.
For i have failed,
On my 3rd chance at living.
The 4th chance of dieing,
And the 5th time to be in the middle
And thats where ill stay,
In between the living and the grave,
To watch you stupid people,
Live out your endless days,
Then die...
 
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