rise up
and dont even consider
speaking of wine as blood
cause you drank every drop of it
so drop it
cause your vomit is made by your own virus
and your virus
has been trying to recover quite a while now

so get sick
cause thats what you always wanted
nightmares fulfilled finally
corridors even whiter
than in your favourite ones

once there
you cant reject death
though dying terrifies you
tragedies cant be helped
when you always wanted to be one

and Shakespeare says,
Sorry for leaving you by the altar,
but you wrote the end yourself
so end it

people appriciate no more prayers for you,
pity pity person
so do bleed your brains out
but when expecting bandaids,
blow it
cause you'll have to drink every drop of it
so drop it
and you'll might finally achieve ending the last chapter
of yours, ours, tragedy
with: the end