Abandoned and stricken
  in a world of no need.
  Walking on cracks...
  Fire too hot to feed.

  Tripping and stumbling
  on this long walk through hell.
  Praying for protection from my
  embryotic shell.

  Things are to hot
  I'm afraid I'm turing black.
  The sickened look of me
  Please go, you shouldn't come back.

  You need something more
  Your soul I'll devour,
  leaving you empty
  and I'll have the power.

  Born with nothing, 
  die with the same.
  Make the most of what you have 
  while there's still time to complain.

  Tighten the rope, pull the trigger,
  take a drink, 
  make your blood run thinner.
  Hate me now, Love you forever.

  But I died with something
  a heart as pure as gold.
  No possesions did I hold.
  You stepped upon my soul.

  Hanging onto turpentine kisses
  and meaningless embraces.
  Death was my option, Death was my cure.
  I ailed of my weakness, the weakness called you.