I feel the sparks of my hate beginning to reverberate from my chest.
I see the signs
but at the least I do my best
I hold my breath and cross my fingers.
The pain is unbearable
I want it all to end.
Sheltering myself
Defending my life
and hoping for less
My knife so beautiful
The blood
Copper and fresh
On my wrist
Stains of tears
Scars from the past
Thoughts that never leave
Love unexistent
Pain so real
I want it more
lead me on to the unknown
so than this hell could end
Oblivion so curious
Never brave
Always demised
Loud and screaming
My pleads for sanity
No one here...
My hero...
Blood..
Death so alive
Approachable
My last chance.
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