There's feeling in a headstone There's caring for a grave Apathy defeats suicide That doesn't make it brave Lonely winter's night On a hot summer's day Trapped inside his bedroom He can't get away Hardly still living He doesn't even exist There's no point in dying If you'll never be missed Sickness at the door Raping him in his bed Pushing the right buttons And fucking with his head He cut off his creators He exorcised the love He no longer contacts anyone From Earth or above It's useless talking to him He says he's okay But now it's almost August He hasn't seen sunlight since May Caged with hunting demons Slave to his lack of will Waiting for his past To move in for the kill A fine day to exit A good time to escape Why become a raisin When you can remain a grape? Trying to fight back To escape the demon's command OneFingerAnswers with destruction Salvation OnTheOtherHand