they left my meds in my possession last time that happened I almost died should I take them tonight? I could rest in piece with the angels in my dreams or risk the chance the demons might come back I can play this game they are suppose to help but to many could **** some nights i wanna die so maybe i will
but not tonight im feeling to strong the demons can knock on the neighbors door im feeling to right
The pumping is still as my hand lays flat, a non-moving silence is what I face. I keep waiting to feel it, pat, pat, pat, but time passes by and still no trace. There's nothing there it is strictly hollow. Where has my heart gone? Do I dare to follow?
I ask myself if I can do it knowing deep down I can't but the aching failure follows me and calls me back again. I oblige once more and get my pen, sliding it angrily against this paper because this crap is better than a blank page.