Death has come.
do you feel it...
She looks into the mirror
At her pale white face...
Floating up,
Up to the sky...
I sit here, aimlessly.
Always waiting...
I cant move
i cant talk...
Tears are rolling down my cheek
as I listen to you speak...
Don't Give Up,
You told me you reached for the gun...
My pale skin
Is now stained red...
Standing over my grave.
Staring into my abyss...
I'm standing above staring below
Watching the lights and city glow...
I make a slice
down my arm...
I walk around in silence
Looking for a place to run...