Another needle pokes deep in my skin,
I'm a voodoo doll pushing my own pins.
My blood weeps through my skin pores,
Distraught by relations with whores.
Making me miserable is not the goal,
But what else do I have to live for?
Take all of your pain to give to me,
You think this is what I really need.
My faith is all lost in a dense fog,
It's as if I feel disowned by my God.
What reason is there to see tomorrow?
Will I drown in mine or your sorrow?
How many times do we have to fight,
If you already know I'm never right?
Restore life to those in hells' line.
Gather their misery and make it mine.
These years wasted in an empty home,
Were meant to prove I will die alone.
Who knows if I would be happier dead?
Death is just illusions in our head.
Bleeding from a final emotional scab,
This voodoo doll dies from the stab.
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