Victims Of Contagion - A Miscalcution

Pondered this life of living hell
Unraveling cons of pathetic existence
So cold from lack of love that most feel
Only knowing pain and shame this mind can never heal

Throw it all away
Worthless shell of mine

I've gathered the tools
of fatal exaltation
The taste of dignification
Now upon my tongue
Driving my will to die

Arranging the stage for this final display
See, the theme of my play is the lust for decay
I only wish I felt the pain of the maggots that feast upon my scars
or felt the pain of my flesh being charred

Whoa
I'll see it through

I'm stating my final goodbyes to deaf ears all alone in a dark room that reminds me of everything that is ugly

Concluding this novel disgusted by the lies
that spilled careless out the mouths that I trusted
Swept under the rug
I've been neglected and abused
And the darkness still remains
But the gut wrenching truth clouded by denial will shine bright through the smog!

I'm testing the rope
Can it hold the weight of guilt I feel
Left to deal with the pain
Now that I am gone

I've assembled the tools of fatal exaltation
The taste of dignification
Now upon my tongue
Driving my will to die

Moments left
Prepare for the end
A few final thoughts race through my mind
Sweat begins to break as I prepare this machine
which promised satisfaction guaranteed
I take off my shoes, and remove my socks
Walk over to the door to make sure that it's locked
Climbing the rafters of deaths authorization
Preparing myself for the terrific violence to come

Lost my balance and fell like I've done so many times before
A miscalculation in my pl0t to end it all
Instead of a strong jump that would've broke my neck
I'm swaying three feet above the deck

In and out, in and out of consciousness
Constricted words come out a hiss
In and out, in and out of consciousness
Constricted words come out a hiss

I gathered the tools of fatal exaltation
The satisfying taste of dignification
Now upon my tongue

Whoa!