Waldo's Hand

Welcome to hell; population me And as the king of this land, I do decree The world will look at me and see nothing but my darkness I traded everything I had so that I could, try to escape Permutations to suspend the being that lies in line Have you ever thought of how, beautiful you'd look underwater Grasping edges of porcelain wishing to be anywhere else Fresh blood soaking your once clean clothes, Insatiable thirst for death I have, fallen out of line I've fallen out of line (Drown bitch, do it) Just open your lungs. Aspirate fluid Decay in my arms, I now wish you were dead