Feinbhas a Ghabhail
Prayer For Cleansing Lyrics

Suffocate in water graves
I feel trapped and overwhelmed by my problems as if I am drowning in a grave filled with water.

As I stare in disbelief, blood
I can hardly believe what I see as my own blood flows from my wrists that I have cut.

Drains from open wrists
My self-harm has caused my blood to pour freely from the cuts on my wrists.

A silent prayer, concentrate on
I whisper a plea for peace and comfort to whatever power may hear it, focusing intently on the moment.

Death's sweet kiss
I desire to be taken by death, an act that I feel would bring pain relief and closure.

For the pain is far too great
The agony I feel inside is so overwhelming that it has become unbearable.

And the love is far too late
The love that should have come has not arrived, and with each passing moment, it seems less and less likely to arrive at all.

To keep breath upon my lips
I am struggling to take another breath, as if the air itself is fighting against me.

A world of flowers dead,
The beauty and wonder of life have faded away and withered, leaving nothing but emptiness behind.

A world of truth unsaid
The secrets and honesty that should have been spoken have remained hidden and left unspoken forever.

Too many days alone
The loneliness that has plagued me has persisted for far too long, an unending and unavoidable pain.

The moonlight shines below,
The glow of the moonlight below reminds me that my soul is not my own to control, and that it belongs to something greater than myself.

A sign to let me know
The moon's illumination provides guidance and direction, suggesting that there is more to life than just this moment of despair.

My soul is not my own
I am not fully in control of my life, as my destiny is intertwined with a greater force that is beyond my understanding.

and dreams of all I wished
All of my hopes and aspirations, my deepest dreams and desires, have been shattered and crushed.

Together died in the depths of
My dreams were lost and abandoned, fading away into nothingness and buried deep in my heart.

Your abyss
I point the finger of blame, directing my anger at someone or something that I feel is responsible for my suffering.

to worry does no good for a
It will do me no good to fret and stress over something as inevitable as death, as it cannot be stopped or avoided.

Death not understood
Despite my struggles and pain, I cannot fully comprehend the meaning or purpose of death, and why it had to befall me.

This life should not have been
I feel as if I was never meant to exist, that my life should never have been created in the first place.

The rain in endless fall, a cry to
The rain that steadily pours down upon me symbolizes my tears and the overwhelming sense of sadness that consumes me.

One and all,
I am crying out for help, reaching out to anyone who may hear my voice and offer a hand to help me through my struggles.

Is death from suffering a sin?
I am unsure if it is a sin to die as a result of overwhelming pain and misery, and the guilt about the choice to end my life compounds my suffering.

a whisper in my ears takes hold
Something inside me, perhaps my own negative thoughts or a force beyond my control, is urging me towards death.

My deepest fear
The fear that I cannot overcome, the one that haunts me the most and seems insurmountable.

The tomb beckons my name
Death itself feels like it is calling out to me, as if the end of life is the only option remaining.

For once the cut is made,
Once I have started down the path of self-harm, the momentum towards ending my life can feel unstoppable.

A slice of cold steel blade
The razor blade that I use to cut myself is a mere tool, a cold and uncaring object that serves only to harm me further.

Air and ground feel not the same
My perception of the world around me is altered by my physical and emotional suffering, changing the way that I experience everything and everyone.

words torment, inscribed in
The words that linger in my mind are cruel and punishing, further tormenting me and contributing to my pain.

Sin, actions are brisk, bring
Despite my guilt and shame, I continue to self-harm and prepare to end my life, moving quickly and with resolve to complete the act.

Final end
Everything will come to a complete and final end once I die, a finality that both frightens and comforts me.

Water turns red, turns life to
As my blood flows freely, it mixes with the water and turns red, a vivid symbol of the life that is slowly slipping away from me.

Dust, dust is nothing,
Once life is gone, all that remains is dust - a substance that holds no value or meaning.

Darkness left
My passing will leave behind a void, a darkness that cannot be overcome or filled by anyone or anything else in the world.

Mourners in black, laugh at
The people who come to mourn my passing are not truly grieving, but instead are laughing and enjoying their own lives as if nothing has changed.

The wake, treason of love,
The mourning and grieving process that should follow my death is absent, making it seem as though the love I had in my life was always a lie.

Death heart now aches
Even in death, my pain and suffering continue, as those who should be mourning me are instead treating my death as a joke.

Solace...alone...forever
In the end, I will find solace only in my solitude, as I am alone both in life and in death, forever separated from the world and those around me.