Grand is it not To so suffocate alive- To drown on the floor? To feel numbness and pain Fight each other? Pain demands to be felt! Oh- it knows no bounds. It plays around your- Heart and head. The reason your often So misled. It listen to your screams And peeks through that bathroom door. Whilst you just lay there- On the blood-stained floor.
Grand is it not to be Both dead and alive? Tell me, do you see what, goes On, on my insides? Do you not see emptiness In chocolate orbs? Or is it just me? I look at glass and that is What I see. A dead shadow Staring back at me.