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Assassination Self

I am your bringer to this edge we call the end.
Don�t be scared, this is normal.
We all die, we all stare into oblivion a little while...
Before floating to your destination and become what you think you truly deserve to be.

Does the images haunt you?
Do the eyes of the dead scare you?
Must I close them as well for you, like everything?
I already do so much for you.
I already hold your fucking hand and talk like a child for you
I hand you everything and smile, that disenchanted fucking fake smile.

Are you addicted to something?
Do you want more pills to ease your mind?
Want me to display them within the days?
I will do as you please.

Take another sip
As I rip open a hole inside your liver.
The sea of your pity will slowly spill out all over.
That look upon your face is priceless.
Like someone stole the world from your very hands.
Like that lost child I talk down to.

Do they reject you?
Go against your will and wishes?
Does the pain of their words hurt?
Or does the rejection drive you to the above?
Lonesome, you�re always so alone.
Poor traveler living inside the personal hell you created.

It�s ok
I am here to help.
I am here to cater to your every fucking need.
Does the pain of life hurt you, does it slowly drain you?
Do you feel any need?
Of course you don�t
The daily mundane
For a fucking dollar that they take from you...

I will answer everything for you.
Answers come in the form of bodies on top of more fucking bodies.
With eyes closed, their smile and decades of prayer in getting to a fucking mansion.
A beautiful mansion that does that same as before, cater to all.
Awaiting the glow of a savior that laughs and watches this destruction, this assassination.
As I carry out it�s will with another bullet to the head.

I am here:
Your resolve
Slowly rotting your soul
Quickly changing your eye color to red.

LOVE ME
HATE ME
HARM ME
KILL ME
TRY
I WILL ALWAYS BE
I WILL BE WITH YOU
ALWAYS!