Lashing out
Screams
Blood everywhere
My life flashes before my eyes
Pain
Death
Despair
Tragety
Heartbreak
Loss
Horrid, vivid memories
I see a spark,
A speck of light
Hope
Pride
Joy
Happiness
Love
Then its all gone
Black
Fear
Sadness
Im gone
Goodbye

It's time to start a Trip again
Not a Sunny Holiday Trip
A Trip with no destination
And full of tragety

The Road goes down and down
Through winding tunnels
The Lights are dazzling Like stars
And I just follow

I feel like a zombie
This trip is making me tried
But I just follow
Like a marionette to a puppeteer

At Last I arrived at the bottum of the mountain
And No more pills to swallow
The road goes straight ahead
And suddenly up again

The road ended at a haunted house
The doormat read "be my guest"
It was signed with a creepy smile
I opened the squeaky door

The house was sparsely furnished
I fled immediately to bed
Just feel the emptiness
'Cause I'm the haunted house

I woke up the next day
The sun was shining
The mirror in the medicine cabinet says "No more pills"
I shrugged my shoulders and started the next journey