Psyopus Death I
Council black answers leading through suicide's curtain.
Darkness, answer for this pain I feel. Slivers in my life
appeal to this awakening Death, I am drowning in pain.
Constrict the treading. Pull me underwater deeper until
my back floats to the top circled with chalk, bloated,
and drifting along into nothingness. I close my eyes to
better listen. I think I hear you whisper, Slit wrists.
To explain the deep worthlessness inside of my time spent
here waiting. Bridge this pain to your shore across this
vast sunless funeral ocean of nothing, drowning in its
currents. Drown me in its currents. Murder Savior, murder
you're my savior, Murder Savior. I into you confide
intimate suicide; I've lost my mind behind this parasite.
This life and I collide into thought genocide. Tighten
the knot! Then kick me off the chair a dangled sightless
stare. Hang here, I wait for fate to free me of despair.
My council soon arrives, conquest by suicide, my will is
high to die, these bounds untied. Blackness surrounding.
Death, I am drowning!
