My black radio (wondering)

Wondering through this darkness of mine
I find that I'm
Not always there
Swimming in a private world
Open my eyes and see me there
Standing in the mist of my black radio
Flying high off the clouded drug of blue bass
Holding a razor in my tired hand
Hoping not to feel the pain
As i place the reflective blade upon my brown wrists
My dark eyes full of tears as the blade runs across my hand
I feel the scar forming
I hear the guitar of rock booming
Loud as thunder with words too quiet
My Chemical Romance screams the words to Helena
While my heart plays the drums
My wrists spits out the poison of my blood
Down to wards the timid floor
But I'm not happy, too far from life
Too empty to grasps deaths hands and turn him around
So until Judgment day I'll cut myself slow
And watch in fascination as the black curses
Fall to a world below