Death is wispearing in my ear.
The silence is gathering my cries.
Suicide is flirting with me.
It begs for me to die.
The lies are gaining up on me.
They're trying to bury me alive.
The cold wind is calling me.
They want me to give in to the lies.
The reaper is showing me,
all the things I've done.
The soul that is inside of me,
is praying for the light to come.
The darkness is surrounding me.
They want me to give in.
My hope has grown so week.
I'm afraid the spark has to end.
So as I lay here thinking about,
everything I've become.
I drown myself in sorrow,
but than break through myself to a world of bliss to come.













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