Means to an End
dreams of suicide and glory
when will this all end
i need a hand to hold
someone to see me through
tide me over, melt me down
look through the window
my soul is like a mirror
all dirty and unclear
wipe away the dust
accumulated over the years
pain-wracked sobs
spill tears of blood
save me from myself
from others' malice
from the end drawing nigh
take me away
