Outrageous, Outgoing, Always unknowing.

The safe way isn't eneogh,
To get out of this stuff.

Unto the world brightend skies...
Darkended nights left behind...
To find a new...
And let things mend...
So as no one will find the bitter end...
Of hells burning, lonely flame...

Looking at my wrist...
Always reminds me of past bliss...

Darkened nights, left behind.
To play with razor blades and blood red wrists.

Midnight scars, Carpet stains.
Seem to make the pain go away.

Life is dead, and so are you.
So why not end it with a 22.