Hot Bloody sweat trickles down my face
As the ever increasing threat leaves me little space.
The gun pressed against the skin...
The dagger against my back.
I try to commit the ultimate sin, But it's confidence I lack.
Cold sharpened steel cuts across the skin.
The only way to truly feel is to let go and give in.
This is your false reality...
A simple pleasure wrapped within a dream.
The path to living your short lived morality...
Is closer then it may seem.
