I killed myself last night
The end of the pendulum struck.
And the night hit 12 o'clock.
The answer was at the end of a bottle.
Where is the last pill?
I took it the last time I killed myself.
I should get some more future down this road.
Astray I scream before the coffin closes.
Speak well I whisper.
No don't.
Leave me like this rotting the way that I adore.
A forest of gold I search.
In a barron land of dust, I find nothing and I stay to rust.
Nothing more meaningful then this way to go.
Full of scattered people at my door.
Screaming no you can't do this once more.
You don't know me like I don't know you.
A faceless mass of people I don't know.
Someone screams I love you don't go.
You don't love me.
You can't? I sit and stew on this with my woes.
A knife to the chest I lay to rest.
It's my last time I yell to confess.
The end is near and I await.
I lived a life of all I can take.
Everything spins around.
As I am living outside abound.
A normal dream that kills me a little more.
Everynight when I head to bed the reacurring dreams come to life yet again.
It leaves me screaming this is the end.
But who really knows when?