The clock is against me,
Faces of my life,
I will not survive this,
And this time is a knife.

Its blade is my blade,
And my blood is its blood,
I am drowning in myself,
Filth and essence, flood.

I wake,
I'm dead,
It's gone,
They said,
Never again a dreadful cry,
Once more and I will die,
Once more they asked in smiles,
And my heart it stopped and sighed.

I am drifting on the sea I made,
I spilt it all,
My eyes are jade,
I am a diamond atop a wave,
I fell, and will fall,
And all my own and self,
Could do naught to save,
A wounded one,
He's long since done,
No love for the wicked,
No trigger but the gun.