Thoughts Of Me, Sorry.

Suicide

Caster, throw me to the seas,
Faster, drowning, slipping beneath my knees
Lips pursed, hushing me to sleep
Please just listen, to my silent cry for peace.

Whisper, you might wake the demons my sleep lay to be.
Dreaming of their terrors, the times where I cease to see,
Darkness seems to bleed,
Lurking, cruising, trying to find me

Yet I stand there, magnetizing the field of negativity
Attractive to all, but what I seem to need.
The evil smiles, closing in on reality.
He's catching up, while I get more fatigued
Taunting, he stays just a couple feet,

Here am I, just out of reach,
Garlic breath, and crimson stained teeth.
I've got you now, are you ready to see me bleed?
Dagger ready, as sharp as possibly could be.

I carve my throat, as you stare back at me
Your smile fades as I see you struggle to breathe,
Don't you see demon, you are apart of me
I won't let you do the damage, this is for me, you see.
Your goal has been compromised, I took the lead.
I'll kill myself, while you stand back and plead.

You live for the pain, but have you ever felt the knife?
It's sharp I know, and the pain falls deep,
I think it's over now, and you can't continue your vile life,
It's over now, I choke and fall to my knees.

I won this time, I'll finally have some peace.