Suicide

I'll lie here waiting
For Death to grab
To take away my soul
With this perfect suicide

Break
Down

My thoughts are scrambled
As I take the last
Of my pills, slide down
With this perfect ease

Trapped
Inside

No tears, no sorrow
So broken inside now
While I lay here dying
With this perfect feeling

Can't
Hide

Deaths whispers flood me
My heart begins to slow
I'm lost to this life
With this perfect excuse:

My
Life