Aug 2013
I'm not here
I feel nothing
I am nothing
she sits in the darkest corner of her room
razor in one hand
note in the other
"tonight." she promises herself
I'm not here
I feel nothing
I am nothing
she could feel the reaper's cold breath on the back of her neck
his scythe dripping with her final confession
she could feel herself slipping
she welcomed the peace that lie in the dark
I'm not here
I feel nothing
I am nothing
she now lives in the blood stained memories of that room
the tears she cried fall from the sky like an old testament flood
condemning us all
when silence weighs heavy in the air
you can hear me scream
but its too late
I am gone
I'm not here
I feel nothing
I am nothing
I feel nothing
I am nothing
she sits in the darkest corner of her room
razor in one hand
note in the other
"tonight." she promises herself
I'm not here
I feel nothing
I am nothing
she could feel the reaper's cold breath on the back of her neck
his scythe dripping with her final confession
she could feel herself slipping
she welcomed the peace that lie in the dark
I'm not here
I feel nothing
I am nothing
she now lives in the blood stained memories of that room
the tears she cried fall from the sky like an old testament flood
condemning us all
when silence weighs heavy in the air
you can hear me scream
but its too late
I am gone
I'm not here
I feel nothing
I am nothing
