Give me 40 Rests and I'll come back to life
Give me 40 Rests and I'll come back down to Earth
I Rested once
It isn't ENOUGH
Exhausted by life
Pointless to go on
No point to aim at but DEATH
Because Life feels hopeless...
...my bedroom fills with my tainted soul,
no means of escape.
Planning my escape?
Life is ugly and bleak,
I now need a new set of eyes,
or to do away with eyes completely.
Drown me in a cold drippy cellar,
goosebumps imploding,
naked and stripped,
and let me die curled in the corner,
as I pray my last prayer,
chained,
but finally free,
Good-bye!
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