Fatum vestri vita The end of everything The end of myself Razor find a way Slice the veins Bleed it all away Stomach slit wide Hung with a noose of my own intestines Passed Laid to rest with final wounds Nothing more to take Surrender Release Self surgery Explain to none The reasons Left to be found Perfectly shamed Cornered in a cold room Fallen Cannot raise me Skin is scoured Raw but unclean Unfeeling Wet Red sleep Can and shall release Lowest point of being A wound erupting Masterpiece of my despair No decipherable expression heard As arms fall, the blood screaming Singing Of a world drawn in Mind's eye projecting Blinding light on curtains closed The audience unseen Unseeing A numb performance culled from memory's imprint For a standing room unaware Ascend! Sinking, I will die for this (for you)