I feel nothing Fuck like sick despairnAll this suffering, Goddamn don't you care?nHere's the rope tie me up to the bednPull it hard, break the skin, take me out of my headnThere's just one thing all I ask you to donA small something here's my body to usenThe world's not ready nThe fall miserynnCount down the days that you have kept me alivenIn this place only the willing survivenIt's my pleasure cut with one handnI'm the queen of the dark I commandnThere's just one thing all I want you to donA small something here's my body to usenShow the world how to fear and blasphemenHere's the rope pull it tightnShow me dark and obscenennThe smoke clears and in whispering waves of self mutilation I see the dark sky fall to pieces, the world is sometimes too heavy to breathe and the dead surround me like an ocean. I can't recognise the reflection looking back through the mirror, as if some sort of silent stranger with mean eyes and deadly stare, he sees everything and why? Then with one last glimmer defiant I'm transformed into a monster a giant, with no heart, no limbs, no desire. This is not a suicide letter. I just want to get a real close look at death, touch his matted hair as I pass him bynnYou slash my heart on a razor's edge, on the razor's edgenDon't worry we'll mend it, stay with me