My cold metal saviour kisses my soft skin.  
Demons burn my arm as death begins . 

I inhale the smoke from the ashes of my childhood memories .
When I’m high on nostalgia, just let me be.

The crimson river flows, trickling down my arm. 
The drugs have kicked in now , all I feel is calm. 

Severing my purple veins with pieces of my broken heart.
My blood shot eyes close , Not long until I depart . 

I laugh as the life leaves my body , cradled by the reaper.
Pink Skin turns porcelain as I get weaker. 

Laying in the deafening silence , waiting for the sirens. 
Death caresses me and carries me into the horizon .

Don’t pull me out of this car wreck I’m bleeding so much . 
Please just remember my smile and my touch .

Angeles take me , I’m ready to go home.  
Just promise to hold my hand so I’m not alone . 

Dance with my ghost , lie a flower on my grave . 
I’m just one soul God couldn’t save .


Edit : I’m totally safe , I’ve got a lot of professional support . I just like to write stuff so it’s not bottled up and I thought you guys could relate ?