Now

My heart wilted like i dieing rose
fragile like a flower that froze
crumbling and turning to dust
now only a soul turning in to rust
i fall upon my knees and beg for death
the knife in my shaking hand ses the rest
as my regret pours down my arm
i know my absence sounds no alarm
sense i am not cared about, i am nothing
and nothing gone, can not be missed
i smile as the knife punctures my wrist
as things grow darker and hard to see
my soul feels lighter and I'm almost free
i awake and i am still alive
so of the building i take a dive
still i breath in cold lonely air
why is loving me so hard to bar
ill just lay down with the ocean as my blanket
drowning to death ill have to make it,
Finlay home