I sit here
and look at this photograph...

I am so numb
I cannot think...

I'm sitting here every night trying not to think...
But it seems that its all I can do...

*This is a true story. My uncle Richard has been...
Hey uncle Rich...

I leave myself open to bleed
Leaving nothing undisclosed...

See that glass on the floor
See the broken soul on the floor...

Laying here
I dream of nothing...

Shackled, handcuffed and beaten down
The seed for death are sown into the ground...

The rope looms
The noose tight...

Look around you
Take in those sights...

What's the point
Of having a heart...

When tears graze my cheeks
You were there to wipe them away...