Do you see what I see
I am the news
******,
Death,
Suicide
Was It them or me
The lines are blurring
Between what was
And was is real
There is blood on my palms
Is it theirs, mine or yours
What is happening to me,
Screams of those lying on the floor
Tears,
Blood,
Fear
Fills the eyes as they no what is next,
What to expect, I whisper words
"Not spoken by my lips"
As I look a light  shines down
Am I ascending to heaven,
Then I look to my left, Televisions
Show my face in a ****** crowd.
"I made the news"
A face seen in a crowd of light,
"Freeze"
"Hand On Your Head"
I hear their words as I raise shaking hands
"I didn't do this"
"That's not what your hand says"
I glance up as a blade duck taped to
My quivering hand. blood drips off
And I see that reality is sinking in,
"Hands on your head"
As I realise everything was me,
"Last chance on you knees"
As blurred moments flood through,
"I am what I am"
"Hi mum if your watching I made the news"
As lead rains upon me, I look up and see
Light,
Fading,
Darkness,
Envelopes my sight, the last thing I hear is
My own voice
**"I made the news, I made........"