I hear you calling my name
As I pick the lunch my mother packed...
I watch my world crumble and die
I watch the falling of the night sky...
I picked up my bloodstained razor
as I started to cry...
Windy, stormy, flowing through
The seven storey tower block...
She's sitting there helpless
Just waiting for the day...
Raindrops explode on contact with the ground
they calm while canceling out surrounding sound...
I picture me lying naked in a pool of my own blood
Mum walks in sees me dead on the bathroom floor...
Silhouette of this black silk shirt
mesmerizing skin of my baby so perfectly...
Part five: status: Here !! Finally !!
And yet...two more parts to go...
I walk down a dark hallway
And look all around...
Far from all the sanity,
An ever-fading cry...
I grab a knife a cut i ask myself why don't i just...
Why don't i just end the pain and suffering...