Swing Swing goes the Scythe.

My head hangs low,

This noose swings beside me,

It swings a shadow over my neck.

My demons sing a sweet lullaby

Into my decaying mind.

A sultry song that moves this blade

Across this scarred wrist.

I can feel the flowing rivers of red

Running down my arms,

Relief floods what's left of my pathetic soul.

My tears salt the wound,

How long will it be?

Till it's too late?

How do you know?

When you've cut too deep.

This is the real Russian Roulette,

A dangerous game I play,

Yet I'm addicted to this Mary-Go-Round.

When will I know?

When will I die?

This noose swings over me...

-Deaths cold embrace shelters me....

It brings a bruise about my neck...

-Deaths face leans in to kiss me...

This is the End.