Sitting in a chair, my finial resting place
darkman waiting in the shadow, taking pleasure in my pain
growing impatient, wanting me to end all pain
ready to go home, yelling at the darkman

Taken a thousand pills
haven’t eaten in weeks
you wont take me home
your sick ****ing games are over

Whispers in my head, have turned to screams
muffled and indifferent clear in harmony
voices tell me go home where pleasure awaits

Taken a thousand pills
haven’t eaten in weeks
you wont take me home
your sick ****ing games are over

Have nothing else to loose
wanting no pain, needing no pleasure
hope and happiness ripped away
leaving pain, leaving me

Taken a thousand pills
haven’t eaten in weeks
you wont take me home
your sick ****ing games are over

Wont take anymore pain
betrayal, lies, or destruction
sitting in my chair, time to go
darkman smiles as I pull the trigger

What do you think?

pretty powerful,

Thank you, I'm just an artist using song to stop form doing it