Once good, thrice dead.
You think you would, yet go to bed.
It seems far from sane,
That you wont be tame.
Your thoughts are too loud,
And you are so far from proud.
Listen to the silence.
It mocks you, and it shocks you.
They beckon you, their voices, their presence.
What if it turns out to be true?
Were you ever alive?
Did you ever really try?
Is it just another lie?
Or will you really die tonight?
To many times you've cried,
Trying so hard to be someone that might mean something to your loved ones.
You say to me, "One more day? I don't know if I've got one..."
Well please dont be here, or anywhere near, if the life you live will be to your throat a painful shiv.
Ill stand here and demand,
More of this chore,
Of a life you call a bore...