My world is crashing
Falling down right before my eyes
I can see people dying
I can hear their last cries
Not knowing what to do
I turn around as i start to run
As i start to run faster with not a clue to where I'm going
I look in my hand to see a small black gun
Where did this come from?
How did it get here in my hand?
Did i pick it up to kill something
Or did i do it just because i can?
Suddenly without noticing it
I enter a Forest of twisted trees
The kind that cut into your skin
And slowly kill every dream
As i turn around slowly
The only way out drifts slowly away
And now i feel like i am dying a little more
Each and every day
alone with depression taking over
I feel the need to cut away every pain
Every flaw and every imperfection
So i never have anything to gain
I lay my head down on a twisted thorn
blood dripping from my fragile wrist
i close my eyes and allow the blade
To give me one more kiss
