Ether binge weekend

My fist aches...From smashing your face,

I can still here you breathing,

Tonight, no one walks out of here alive.

Help me, guide my hand deeper,

The incisions must be correct,

Your blood spills, for the sake of my art.

Stay still, this is important.

Pride in reconstruction of your worthless being,

Understand you are the cause of this foul intent.

Convulsing won't help you,

It's time you learn some fucking manners, and my knife will teach you.

Salvation comes not from books written in lies,

But from the hand that slices your wrists.

Wake the fuck up, Ive been on a rant.

You look disconnected.

The only thing keeping me from snapping your neck,

Is the fact that I can't feel my legs.

Help me up, so I can finish the job, that he so diligently placed upon me.

I'll make these bastards remember your name.

Pride in reconstruction of your worthless being,

I know this is more fun for me, in all honesty,

Why are you still here.

Now it ends,

Forgivness comes not from books written in lies,

But from the hands that remove your heart.