darkness cloaks me, as my heart turns cold.
Being shut out and down by my own family.
i try to be me in this unloved feeling
Sadness and despair could be involved in my killing.
Death was an option, only way out.
I had to go, i had to get out.
As i sit here and ponder, what to do
Something in my head and heart wants to spill and oooze
I have been deserted in my time of need,
Fuck my family, now its just me.
They claim unconditional love,
yet it is hate,
To them they are free,
yet they havent met their fate.
I am coming back there is no turning from here
the fiery gates of hell await.
Their beloved destiny.
They go to church to scrub the blood off their hands.
When they are dead and gone.
I will be famous and a little hurt.
But all that will change when i revel in my fate.