Time is slowing down now,
what made sense before
is just but a scramble now
a pile of dark thoughts and memories.

I know you know,
when it feels light
when it doesn't bother you no more
is the end of the line.

A disassociation of logic
a broken gap of corrupted reality,
what used to matter
will soon have no weight left.

Surrounded by a world
where thousands of eyes look past me,
demons inside my veins
******* what little I have left to give.

I think I figured out a way to stop it all
maybe death is not a solution
but a path to walk and embrace.
sweet sweet death, my old fantasy
my karma, my surrendered companion.

My eyes hurt from crying
my soul has now left,
my soul has now left...
it feels so light now.

The time is close now,
I can feel the reliving sense of it ending,
I drove myself here
God, I wish I would've never left.

The shame of it is now gone
it matters no more
the time slows down every time
when will the blade take this away from me?
when will the bullet rip through my heart?
when will this end, and start the painless path?