3AM
phychotic nightmare
awakened,but dead
crimson blood, where I lay
body frail, numb skin
images of grey corpse
in my sickened mind
so deranged,so ******...
home but not sheltered
a devil
a holy and sacred soul
takened from nirvana
pinned at the edge
of this disillusional world

I would never commit suicide but
I like to envision a gun to my head
A car crash in the waiting
Situations id end up dead
I imagine what would happen next
The loved one next to me
A stranger beside me
How they would react
How they would proceed to be
Maybe im the only one that thinks this way
But whenever im in the car
I cant wait for the car across us to tear into my aching body and put me to rest
I must sound phychotic
But im okay with that