Mental Genocide

by Vincent Oroscoe

in Completed Works

Mental Genocide

Dog-eat-dog,
That\'s what they say.
Bring a bloody fog,
To the brightest day.
See my wrists?
I had them slashed.
In the biggest of pits,
My pathetic over-joyful train just crashed.
(chorus) Take the knife, insert in hand,
Take my life, my last demand. (/chorus)
Put the blade to my neck,
Try to pull it back.
I\'m a wreck,
Blood I start to hack.
Those pills I took,
They\'re killing me.
On a second look,
I\'ll be truly free.
Can\'t stand the hate,
Of my own life.
Watch all life dissapate,
Like a divorce of a wife.
(chorus)
I take my gun,
Put it to my breast.
While the blood still runs,
I will go into my ultimate rest.
I pull the trigger,
Feel the blast.
Watch the hole in my heart become bigger.
For that last second before I start seeing the past.
(chorus)
All the joy, Where\'d it go? Break that toy, Lose control.
Without a beat, from the heart. Ice and sleet, Pulled apart.
(sung along with the last 2 verses by someone else)
I fall back into death\'s cold glance. I died, yet never wanted life as a chance.

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Aug 10th 2005
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What I feel like doing when I'm depressed...enough said.

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Minstrel Ayreon Says:

I hope you wouldn't do that.

Your artistic potential would never come to its fullest--and who knows, you could have something in you that could make a difference to lots of people. I really do mean that. Only way to find out is to keep living, turn the page...