The end is only the start
The start is only the end
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Try and hide your shame
Behind your wistful ways
You strayed from the well worn path
I don't want to be the straight edge razor
Pressed to your wrist
I would rather be the voice in your head
Telling you to perform the dirty deed
Whispering 'slit your wrist you pitiful coward'
No time to lose
What you gonna do?
With a demon whispering in your ear
No time to lose
No time to lose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem