Death or Trips

I forsake my soul for thee things I have done.
Forgive me for I have done wrong,
A needle for me and a needle for you, we share,
See my soul in agony for the trips I have been on,
The constant breaking of my soul inside makes me vomit,
with the chunks of misery of my eposodic trips, for I have
seen the devil and his workers work on my miserable
 brain like a shrink.
They left me on the tracks with my heart failing, but
they have not down wrong,
For they were helping me win my soul back from the
forsaken God of Mischief and make me die in peace,
Then I shall die in Hell where I belong.

Acid

The acid runs threw my brain and bones making me weak
and helpless, it was tripy when my mom and dad trying to
kill me in my sleep,
it was the acid trips that make me weep in the tone of a girl,
see, the trips are dangerous even if you don't die from the first time,
If you want to die a painful death, come and see me and I will hook
you up with some of my left over acid from when I died inside.

Together

Our eyes mate in a telepathic signal that makes my mind, soul
and heart fill up with dynamic that explodes inside me, her eyes
stare into my exploding heart and soul, so deeply in love with me,
that makes me stare back, finally, our eyes touch and sends me
to my eternal resting place, beside you.