Codes etched through stone,
Remind me of the day I died.
The day that I was finally brave enough to die,
Sometimes it hurts, the scars leak blood through the stitches.
But mostly it's okay, mostly it's just like being sedated,
Injections and medication to numb the pain,
They don't wear off, they don't run low,
An infinite prescription.
I don't really miss you, you would only make the pain come back,
You'd just bring back all the reality and evil,
Into this state of unconscious, unquestioning heaven.
When another wrist is slit, another overdose taken,
An angel dies and falls into hell.
An angel like me,
They all remind me of the day I died.