There is just a steep ledge that hangs threw the eyes of thrill seeking death. Deathes hand play's like knives cutting the pictures of every mistake you have made. Looking threw the blue eyes of the insanity of what you never wanted to see. She looks at me but deep down i'm never going to be set free of what I have done. Psychotically insane only the rain that falls that falls catches my skin leaving burn's. Only scares become clear when nights you just lay awake for nights watching the ceiling fan spin around. This earth you will suround the enemies you have made. I see no reason to make a sound. The cliff you jump in the water of regrets will take away the weight you suffocate in.