My Ambitions

I hope the stray bullets strike me down,
So I can feel the pain,
I hope the razor graces my flesh,
So I become insane.

I beg that the fire catches me ablaze,
So I can find my way out of the Devil's maze,
I beg the rope tightens to break my bones,
So you can hear my agonizing moans.

I live for the poison to grip my throat,
So in the end I may float,
I live for the car to crash,
So I can see the final flash.

All these things I try to hide,
But, I find it lashing out at my insides,
My dreary demise won't describe,
Sending out a grim hopeless vibe.

And from my heart it creates,
The long wait at Hell's gates,
My lasting future doesn't look bright,
Far from your God's cold light.

Come lover's of my core,
The pain, the darkness and all its gore,
I need my followers, My friends tonight,
When the clock strikes midnight.

I die.