I truly want to die slowly.
The blame will be on me solely.
Let my blood run out,
beyond any doubt.
...
The last ounce of hope had been swept,
But the truth was hard to accept.
The man was alone,
for reasons well known.
...
Unholy Life
I truly want to die slowly.
The blame will be on me solely.
Let my blood run out,
beyond any doubt.
My life has been quite unholy.