When there's nothing left but a hole
When there's a slight puncture that grows to gape
When no one seems to care or
When no one can sympathize
The best course of action is
Death

No no. Not my own
Not mine but yours
You that dares to cross the path of my wrath
You that wishes it upon yourself
You that craves this
Destruction

Through your death
I can mend
The tear that threatens
To rip me apart
The Hold