Noise

You deserve this my friend
a share of my grave in the end
A door sealed from within
to block your noise from creeping in.
The choice is mine, I believe
to bear with you or decease

Like a stroke you strike again
and bring back guilt despite the pain
I screeched in blood,
My head was filled with weed.
What else then do you expect of me?
I can't choke and give life to thee.

No one needs to play your game
or in vain scream your name
I wish for you to suffocate
before you begin to infiltrate
love thats left inside of me
and turn it into catastrophe

I've slit my skin and flesh apart
I have cut the cord of my past
So listen now, while I plead
Shut up. Shut up. Stop calling please.
I know what happened,
Now let me be.