| Embrace the end of August
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| Counting down the hours
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| My pulse is racing to the freeze of the breeze
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| Always dreading summer’s conclusion
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| Into autumn’s intrusion
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| It begins the swelling of this twisted disease
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| Bone broken, glass smashed
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| Vein is open, skin’s slashed
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| Exhausting all solutions to the highest degree
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| Chemicals collide, tainted inside
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| Awoken in the dark by the tremors consuming me
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| A poison chosen, polluting the essence to be
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| A temporary fix to mask the agony
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| Kill me at once because that’s what it wants
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| An anxiety increase beyond a person’s belief
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| Panic stricken, body sickened
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| Razors deepen, red seeping
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| I utilize my being for inflicting battery
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| Under the autumn low
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| Misery destroying the beauty of life
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| Under the autumn low
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| Intuition decieved by the threat of homicide
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| Living in chains without the words to explain
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| Existing in the past where only memories remain
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| Focus unclear, a stagnant exercise in fear
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| Without an answer, gut reaction
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| The end is near
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| Save me |