Manic Masochist

I should have left it at Lost, but the bottle was opened

My noggin was tossed into the lions den, broken

Caught on eating bees buzzing bright epiphanies

Honey dripping streams out of false apologies

Insincere, everclear, taking gulps to settle fears

In my walet, letters merely work to provoke heavy tears

Stepping into my casket, basket case how romantic

Frantic phase fully manic, panic buttons in the cabinet

Now let me down the nice way

Dont make a sound till someday

But everyday when I think of you

Feels like a far away bullet just speeding to my brain

The rain soaked through my cotton sweater

The pain felt so much fucking better

After all, call me a masochist

My elaborate plan is to carve my wrists

And starve myself of happiness

Feast on something poisonous

But just enough to make my stomach sick,

My eye sight blur and my fingers twitch

Because death is just too good for me

Suffering and agony

Stuck in love with agony, madly slamming my head on trees