Slaughter / Suicide

THE SLAUGHTER:
 Watch my soul, divide
 At the dawn of my own slaughter-suicide
 Behind the mask all shall fall
 While my tyrannical desires
 Feed the blackness
 As I watch her leave slowly
 I'm not sure to know who I am anymore
 The absence of hope makes me so empty
 The undead part of me burns my needs
 Unbearable urges gnaw my guts
 I want to be inside you a last time
 Don't care about the fucking sunset
 Slaughter suicide
 Call me the wicked, make me the wicked
 Blame me the wicked, I'll be gone!
 I don't feel anything
 Do you see the scar around my neck?
 This fucking "cut here"
 THE SUICIDE:
 I guess I'm losing hope, but believe me I tried
 Behold the emptiness you dug in me!
 I regurgitate your name once again
 Without the conscience of your accusatory eye
 Your eye delicately put down in a box
 I send you our children as I shall ask your dead
 Body for permission
 We are so much alike