Part 2: The Loneliest Soul

The Poison coursing through my wounded veins

The serpents tongue, corrupting my brain

Into the lair, I lose my mind

The serpents voice, creeping up my spine

No life, no death, to purgatory you will descend

Whispers from behind, breaking my mind

A distant voice, a hopeful sign

A voice, ascends from the depths

Whispers of ineffectual life, whispers of ineffectual death

Within the mists, a withered shell of a dying man exists

His faded voice, his last breathe of humanity

Calling, my name, revealing his identity

Hope speaks my fate, tongues beyond misery

Condemned to rot, The reject of Humanity, a slave to mortality

We suffer alone, on a desolate earth, where the bodies burn: The stench of this purge

So the world will beg for my, soul to be crucified

Depressed in this vivid life, lusting over suicide

The noose slithers around my neck, the impending jump

Induces death

Neck hanging, bones snapping, still alive in this life worth taking

One last try to remove my empathetic life, slit my throat with the rusted blade of a butchers knife

(Super fast)

My wounds are healing at the instant of their opening

Hanging from a rope, destined to choke, rejected from dying

I can feel death watching, laughing at my frailty

Body soaked in blood this is the pain of my reality

The world begs for my death

Suicidal thoughts crowd my head

Hanging from a rope, crying as I choke

Blood fills my lungs with misery

Gasping for the air that I cannot breathe

Vomit

The pain

I won't

Be saved

From the noose I hang, praying to die

Can't breathe, all I feel is numb

Solitude at the barrel of a gun

Nothing left to lose

Only death to choose

Cut the rope, running further into the brave

Spewing blood, spitting on my own fucking grave

Lucid mind, do I dare enter this old cave?

HELP

Specify, does this door, enter a new life?

Do I die, or is false hope apart of my

Weakness, persists, to cull, my breathe, to cloud my head

The choice between, the black abyss, the mouth of death