Sweet Suicide

you suffocated ignorance drowned in angst now your an emotional slave begging for salvation your are one of Gods unholy creations stuck in the hands of time cuts along your brusied and beaten life stich after stich unending never been able to see the begining So set free the moment in which I rest and I will tell you what happens next I take the razor and press it to my neck it's my job to fix your wreck as the blood drips from under my hands I still tell you my last command "you could have saved me, you could have let me be, but now this is my emotional trigger and it will set me free!"