Illuisional Death

My mind is pacing with fear and dismay.
Developing holes and gaps that then shed tears.

An unstable emotion that can destroy ones life.
With just a single blade defined as a knife.

I could slit these two wrists and no one would care a bit.
My life would turn to ash, shred up into nothing but Sh*t.

My mind is dead and nothing is left. My only objective now is to wait for the last breath.

Theres a blackness thickening within the depths of my soul. It appears from the sin that devours me whole.

I wish to kill everything wrong in my life. But I cant because I'm holding this knife.

It seems its too late now and I'm taking all these pills, to rid myself of depression and these psychotic death shrills.

Living in this land of lies is my hopeless fall. There are no more exit ways but through the darkness that crawls.

So now I lay here in my puddle of blood. Hoping to release soon so I can get out of this crud.