I cut a hole in my head

And watched as I bled.

My insanity leaked out,

And fell upon my bed.

I read the words of my blood

Living is sorrow they simply said.

Now in my grave I solemnly lay,

But none for me do pray

For though I’m dead, it’s all in my head,

For my life, it does deceive me.

Life goes on day after day,

And through it all I do stay

Eternally living,

And I cannot stop these tears I’m crying,

For my insides are slowly dying.

And though I am dead

No tear will you shed.

For you will never see

The blackness that swallowed me.

And now you cry to my ghost

And love me then leave me upon an old shelf.

For now I am broken, will never be the same

And on me you lay all your blame.

But before you leave me,

I’ve just got one correction

It’s you who will never be the same

For though I bled

Your now out of my head

And I’ve just got one question

Will you love me at my resurrection?

Please, leave a rose for me.