Poisoned by the thoughts
Dark and cold
All the things I'm not
All the things I'm told
To be
To see
It's as though the room is spinning
And the devils laughing at me
The darkness is winning
Sickening my mind
I used to be alive
I used to be kind
Until I fell pray to the voices
Telling me to fall
Gave me no choice
I made the final call
Standing at the top of the cliff
Looking down
I can feel the storm
The wind once cold
Was now warm
Like arms pulling me from the edge
It was to late
I was already dead
The ocean air pulled me down
The trip was long
I could feel the arms all around
I knew this was wrong