Thy Father Suicide

I am the razorblade that cuts your outreached wrists

The overdose of drugs, an escape you can't resist

A rope waiting to choke away your life

Salvation coming from your throat slit by a knife

You're mine in weakness

You're mine in shame

You're mine in sadness

You're mine, come take my hand

I am the loaded gun pressed against your head

Ingested poison leaves your helpless body dead

Asphyxiating bag that halts a final scream

Oh yes. This is for real. Not some fucking dream

You're mine in weakness

You're mine in shame

You're mine in sadness

You're mine. Come take my hand

Just be prepared my child for there's no turning back

Once the choice is made life will fade to black

Many different ways for our paths to collide

Call me the reaper death or thy father suicide

You're mine in weakness

You're mine in shame

You're mine in sadness

You're mine