You are the epitome of my misery
The noose by which I hang
The bullet in my gun
The nightmare in which I live
You are the thorn upon my rose
The knife to my throat
The cataclysmic waters in which I drown
The car in which I crash
You are the death of me
The ending to my story
The poison in my wine
The needle to my drugs
You are the silent whisper in my ear
The whole in which I lie
The bugs that feast upon me
And the hell in which I stay
