When I delve Into the deepest pits of my mind
I find that I dint want to die
The inevitable is a curse
It's scary I can't rehearse
All the answers that I'll know
Will only come to me when I'm down below
When I'm six feet under
Could I help but wonder
If I spent my life wrong
If I was a bad person
If life was a test
If I passed or failed
If I'm going to hell
Wouldn't that be swell?
I'm being sarcastic
Would that help me in a casket?
I'm guessing it will not
It was a stupid passing thought
Speaking of passing
Will it be amazing?
Having all the answers I'll ever know
When I'm burried down below

The shadows on my bed
Whisper secrets in my head
They ruin my day
But I wish for them to stay
When it's light
They burrow into my body parts
My cursed limbs
Do unforgivable things
But these shadows are poets
They make me write and I don't even know it
I wish they were dead
As they whisper banned thoughts in my head
****** thoughts into my head
They plague my memory
We burn a picture of my family
One of you and me
One of just me
One of nobody