I will bite the metallic gun ... my lips will numb ,, they are losing their only son.
I will swallow the bullet ... my scull will catch it.
I will fall to no footing ... around my kneck the noose im putting.
I will cry out my life ... reaching for the knife
I will cut through my dreams ... and mend my broken seams
I will bleed my blood pure ... these cuts will be my cure
I will free myself from this hole ... giving up my mind, body, heart, and sole
I will stare death in the face and yell ... i will be heard from the highest heavens to the depths of hell
I will cringe at my weakness of mind ... i will make up with the heart i find
I will find the light in the dark ... i will rekindle my spark
