One misjudgement can change the ebb and flow of your life, now I am drowning in my mistake and no life guards are around to save me from myself.

I crave the cold winter's touch, to look upon the earth as it is bare of life. Much like my soul, only the shadows to keep me company.

Where does goodness hide when evil takes over

As I stand on the shore of the river Styx, looking into the foggy abyss. I await the ferryman to carry me from this world into the great unknown. But alas it is not my time to take this journey.

When death comes calling for you, will he use your first name like he will for me?

As I walk through fire i feel no pain for life has made me numb to everything.

As I peer into darkness, it looks back at me. We are old friends and share the same coldness inside.

Stare deep into the shadows and what do you see, another ghost looking to be set free

Tic Toc, sounds the clock. When will it chime for you? Your time is numbered as is your breaths.

As hard as some of us push to cross the line from life to death, how many are trying to push the line from death to life.