Single Elimination


Drowning in a pool of self destruction,

I see strawberry fields of mutilation.

Underneath broken wings- I seek salvation.

Below a twisted sky,

Painted with images of blood red vines.

I hide my eyes.


Walking along a road of desperation,

Looking for answers, only to cause frustration.

Living a life of aggravation....

Only the lonely, limply walk by,

With eyes so empty-

They can no longer cry.


One so unhappy can only be pleased by masturbation...

Now in a world of only damnation,

I can no longer find salvation.

Broken wings- disintegrate.

I am hopeless; my "savior" is late.

Crawl into a fetal position,

And die of anticipation.