Dark moon night
beauty surrounded by morbid untouched death...

The rotting screams that line these walls
that beckon the gritty black knife...

I see lifeless bodies on cold silver tables
i hear nothing but the sound of large tools...

They tell me to do things i don't wanna do
but i feel like my vote doesn't count...

I tell the voices in my head to go away
and yet and the same time i beg them to stay...

I'm slowly bleeding to death
blood flowing out from my wrist until theres...

When it rains here
all the people are locked inside...

Today it was a damage heart that told me to live...

Stage one:you feel sad and alone
stage two:all you wanna do is go home...

If i was close to my last breath
seconds away from death...