Spontant utlopp av kreativitet, tror jag

Just leave me to my monsters, I am beyond salvation.
Let me bleed for my mistakes, let them take me to damnation.
Only they can reach me, they're clawing for my throat.
They lead me into darkness, so leave me there to choke.

I have done nothing but fallen, and now I lay where I belong.
So in this cold, wet darkness, let me sing my one last song.
What I leave beind me, my legacy of rage.
Corruption flows within me, and ties me to this cage.

I can but try to run now, but know I can not hide.
For all whom I have wronged, no more mistakes can slide.
And now my body crumbles, right before my eyes.
Along with it my sanity, which drowned in dirty lies.

But I will linger no further, I do not ask for pity.
I do not want compassion, nor to drag you with me.
My words are but confessions, those of a sinner quite indeed.
And now I lay here broken, left alone to bleed.

So let me pour my veins out, for I find it only fair.
This pain is my own burden, for me alone to bare.
So remember me as hate, or by whichever name you choose.
I have no more left to say now, in the end we all must lose.