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