As I sit with my short stubby knife,
I wonder if I should take my life,
For I live in this hell,
With only my lone soul to sell,
I know I won't be missed,
as I fall in a black abyss,
let the lushesh blood flow,
hopeing the stream dosen't slow,
let my life end tonight,
as I lose my sight
on this hell of my life
let my just die by thy sythe.