I'm slowly dying

No matter how many pills I take, nothing will help

I’m happy that I'm suffering

Don't treat me don’t save me

I can't stand it

My lungs hurt so much

I have a stomach ulcer

Why was I born

Why am I living

I'm getting closer to you

I'll take your organs for myself

I'll pour your blood

I need her so much

Dying is an art

Die and give me your soul

Although I'll pick them up myself

I will not forgive you

I'm dying

You will remain disabled forever

I will cut off your legs

I'll cut out your eyes

And you will die bleeding

My lungs hurt so much

I have a stomach ulcer

Why was I born

Why am I living