Lost in a field of words
Tragedy and comedy playing out side by side...
The rock, my tombstone marks where I lay
A beacon of a life slowly wasted away...
Death's door opens
My end is drawing near...
Betty was a wonderful person
She was caring and her hugs were loved by many...
She's just barely 17,
with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes...
I lay my head down for the last time . . .
I know death is almost here...
All alone in a shroud of Darkness
You feel lost in a labyrinth of Pain...
Your heart, ice cold.
Told the words of hate...
She's lying there in bed
scars painting her head...
I hate coming home from school
Knowing what I'm in for...
Heart slowly beating
wrists steadily bleeding...
The red of blood hurt and despair
Seem to fade but are always there...