As I walk in the world of despair, I think of you....
I think of all the things I've done, I don't know what else to do...
To drop from the edge would surely mean the end...
and this is from where I send my painful postcard....
The return address is six feet under in hell...
just so you can look at this empty shell...
Life being pumped into me by a fucking machine...
to burn my crushed shell in a pool of gasoline...
to escape this way was the hardest thing to do...
to fall from your skies to Caribbean blue...
To hit the earth with the force of death....
only to feel my very last voluntary breath...

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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