All talking at once.
telling me what to do...
Alone.. I look up with wide, suspicious eyes...
I can hear them; their stench, a palpable puss...
It hurts to see you just lying there...
and i wish i could do something to help...
"Imagine oblivion.", he said to me,
With a dead stare of blackness in his eye...
A book without point
prose without poignancy...
Black clouds take over my mind
Raining down horror and hate...
Hello death, here I am knocking at your door again
Will you ever come my way...
The darkness comforts me
It soothes my bloodshot eyes...
Some are waiting for it
others are dreading it...
Good bye world I don't belong
All I do is sing the same song...
I had darkness all around
i cant see a thing...
Feel my blood run through your hands
As you stand over your prize, your kill...