when nothing is left
i won't tell you, what i'm about to do
forever, that feeling of spent
indecisions, clouded with tunnel vision, funneled down to one last thought
it boomerangs back to me. the rest scatter, like from a catapult
locked in a blanket of fog. a frozen state. blood red stains
i think about fate.
oh, god please help me, this soul is beginning to bleed
fear is spreading through me. my mind cannot rest
paranoia follows me around, like some kind of pest
i've fallen out of place. i have lost all my grace
i can't remember myself. i can be replaced
i have no good memories, all has gone blank
A BLUE SHADE OF SICKNESS
is what causes the pain
it won't even wane, won't go the **** away
death haunts me, like screams from a nest
pistol in my grip, on my lip, so it rests
to decide not to stay, or to live in this place
it's just too hard to scream, without a face
i step into the void, to escape all of the noise
because, when it all turns to black, there is no turning back
