Small,glistening,shiny razors
slashing through my ribs.
The least of pleasure,
achieved only in my darkest dreams.

I own a hundred of different dresses,
but I have worn only four of them
pretty with rufles and laces...
pity some don't fit so well.

I broke another teacup today
how easily they brake...
but what can I say?
There's always more to take.

My hands are not as they were before
They are so weak and thin and cold.
Sometimes I think I'm not strong enough to anwer the door.
My fragile youth...I am getting old.

Everyone gets older,
everyone dies.
Why bother,
why live in lies?

The maggots will feast on my rotting insides.
and what did they preach?
that my body is a cage that my spirit hides.
And shall I believe in which?

The pains in my torso are so severe
but what did they say:
"Shed not even a tear...
your soul will fly and your body will fray."

preachers and priests,leave me alone
away from your nonsense,leave me to roam.
For I don't know when I'll be gone
for If die I die in my home.

Here comes,a cough and some blood from my throat
it is about to end,pity, I had so many things to do
It's not like I didn't try,but It's been a while since I fought.
cinnamon,how I'd like some tea to brew.

I could be so many different beings...
I could see so many fancinating things...

When I was child,I looked at that moment in fear
wondering what'll happen after.
but now it's here....
and all I can hear is my last gory laughter.