Lost Soul Diary

Scent of candles rubbing my nose
I get a knife, as wrist tightly closed
One blink of an eye, big tear falls
Heavy burden, my knees kissing the floor

Down face on broken glass
Reflection saying it should be the last
I rub the knife with my wrist closed and fast
Finally did it, the atmosphere is tight

A moment after I lost my sight.
This battle ended up, don't wanna fight.
I saw the darkness instead of glorious light.
Nobody can' save me, even my biggest God.