One cut, two cut, three cut, four,
I shouldn't do this anymore...
Mom, I want to tell you something
That's why I'm writing this to you...
I can feel it now...
The cold metal kiss of the gun...
I killed my self to day
I took a blade and cut out my heart...
I dwell in the darkness
hidden by shadows...
I can’t take much more
All this death at my front door...
I can’t live in this world,
Nothing but violence and fear...
The moon is shining through the window
And the winds softly blow...
There,
in the heap...
I have a death wish
I wish I could die...
I have written many times about our love,
but do the shadows know about that moment...
He Was Quiet
He Was Tired...