Edicius

let life frustrate the soul
inner- self is losing sanity
release your greatest thoughts
it's all an ending stream of mental unity

from depression to despair
invent your ways to fall deep
endless nights of flowing blood
from these white- blooming wounds

your last days of self- ruin
suffer for the things you never reach
slice through your empty life
and kill all hopes left

in deep scars write:
suicide