My crimson flow

My crimson flow rises,
In the valley of blues.
The walls are getting closer to breaking,
The more I go through.

There is a knife covered in sin,
That is beginning to fall.
Its descending faster and faster,
Towards these valley walls.

My past plays like a movie,
Over and again in my head.
My ups, my downs,
And all the things that have been said.

Life is just a game,
And everyone is playing it.
Do we have a choice though?
Do we have a chance to quit?

Nothing I sacred,
Everything happens for a reason.
The walls of this valley,
They have broken.

We DO have a choice!
We can choose when and what ends and begins.
But Im over this game,
I QUIT! I give in!

The crimson flow is flooding,
The hills of my soul.
I may look like an empty shell
But now I am whole.