Walking Towards My Demise

molasses not fast as a chopper meat cleave her and drop her off in a coffin often not soft with emotions
and lost them mentally crossed went haywire defrost him infecting the minds of the masses stop him madness
when I write my world crashes down on to the notepad sound of the words echoes in your thoughts thoughtless
choice of words voice unheard bad blood fuels me drives me fools me choke on emotion it consumes me I am merely
a shadow of my former self left to hang in the gallows torment my health with thoughts as it rots away I need help
hallowed be thy name in a shallow grave I'm in hell every single day with a soul to sell I paved the way with good intentions
I cannot be saved