Freedom; Suicide

Lying awake in my bed
Voices screaming in my head
Dreaming of tears bled
pools of red
And a solemn body lying dead

He could no longer stay
no longer pretend to pray
It was the only way
For he watched his life turn gray
And all that was good decay
so he couldn't live another day
He knew someone had to pay
and if it were him, that would be ok

He could no longer run
and with pool of crimson
He lost; the world won
and as simple as he begun
he was undone