Killing Myself

Murder, seizing my arm,To puppeteer direction to kiss these sweet sinful lips of my demiseI want to drive nails into the hands of my will,And trade it in for yoursFalling in love with a fantasyTo watch my life slip slowly out of meTo bathe in the crimson that forgives me for being meFather teach me to care,Guide your hands over these pale stitches in my heartThe evasions of death impaling me like a bleeding lover that is calling after darkTwisting this dagger of shame further into my chestThese tears turn to scarlet,I haven't given him my best sobbing over scalpels,İnvite this slow blood letting for a way to think of what ı've been forgetting,İs goodbye all there ever is to say?GoodbyeI am tired of picking up the pieces.And dragging this glass across my throatWill you hold me after ı have let you down so much?They want to peel the spine up from my backAnd this is the culture that wants me to forget how to care,Or feel, or bleed, or dieThey don't want to believe in love, they're ashamed of the truthThey don't want to believe in hope, they're ashamed of the truthBut ı believe, ı believe, ı believe, ı believeTwisting my head around backwards and breaking the vertebrae all apartI want to take my own life so that you can give yours to meFather, kill me, rebuild me