Loner Vinge, it's matyr charm,
Beat up myself every time,
Hate myself on the high,
Lose my soul for the price,
The mesto of suicide,
It is my noble gifted prize,
Looking at the clouded skies,
Scene's the glittering dark void,
Raining with the humanoid,
Deep down I feel annoyed,
Sorrows with the styrofoam,
Hydrocodene in the cup,
Shackled with emotion cuffs,
Mary Jane, stinky buff,
Potion river in my liver,
Lungs burning like the chimney,
Loving my woe depression,
Slitting wrist on the line,
Sharpen blade for my life,
Stab and jab into the side,
Throat gushing red with the knife,
AK-47 on the rise,
Requiem singing from the end,
Shells, singing brass chimes,
Shoot me up for my demise,
Heavy hitter from the bind,
Exploded my marrowed dome,
Crimson fireworks in display,
Jiggy, staggering from the thunder claps,
Wetted up with lead and copper,
Flesh tearing from the chopper,
Swallow the shots like the Whopper,
Gashes bleeding the red sorrow,
Art on the news for tomorrow,
Lying on the muddy ground,
Spent shells within my bounds,
Hemoglobin with the muddy tears,
The first death tier, cold body in the rain,
Thank them for ending my miserable pain,
Probably I have no gain to raise my faith,
Deathwish for my bait, end my fate and my gloomy days.