Freddy Ibarra - Till Death

I am forever in debt to you, and your help
As the addicts leave, and you say your goodbyes
I resurface and start to kill myself
Dread the morning and those happy skies
Hope has martyred itself to the name of reality
Anything resembling joy loses its sanity
The pureness of the naïve loses its sanctity
My own personal cross starts to rip away my lips
Cutting deep and leaving silver scars on my skin

The ecstasy has loss its taste, and wishes another user
She wishes for a lower hell to use her
I choose to end all that I have newly gain
And I feel the hands of my abyss again
Pulling me deeper than the pockets of a black hole
It's surreal to realize the reach of your snow
I will miss you, as I miss her, and her, and him, oh and her
But I will never wish to grieve the loss of my only
So if you wish to drain my slowly

I meet the devil for my last appointment
Oh, my mankind, such a disappointment.

Freddy Ibarra

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