Writing on the wall in blood instead of ink
I know this is it my last and final sink...
Her insanity...
dark, stormy nights...
Death the final destination in life
Tonight is the night I will end my life...
Lay me down dead,
On this cold easter's eve...
What if i went to sleep
and didn't say a peep...
Bells from the church,
Ring slow and loud...
Poetry can erase the pain
Poetry makes me live again...
As you watch me fall, seek in the sand
The way I said "I cut my hand"...
Walking in the rain
Eye's bloodshot, full of strain...
Lillies sleep within the touch
Of my forsaken breath...
As I stand there gazing into your eyes,
I remember everything that happened...
Hearing loud yells in my head
Waving at me,driving me mad...