Is This Rock Bottom?

Collect the dead souls
So many to count for
Loosing touch with reality
Bleading on white carpet

My soul is drifting to the sea
Of hundreds of thousands more
Heartache pounds in my chest
The last beat fills my deaf ears

The carpet turns dark red
As the call becomes louder.. and louder
Where has this feeling come from?
When will it finally end?

Last breath leaves my cold lungs
I lay blank... and alone
Memories sweep away with the wind.
I have finally hit rock bottom.