Heat of this

The thought is a murder
the blood is a dream
the scream is revenge
and the silence is seen
Your dead beat eyes lie on the ground
Screaming desperately inside
But i hear not a sound
Its over, its finally over
All you'll see is burning fires..

surrounded by the heat of your life,
blinded by the flames you cant think what to do,
confused you pick up your knife.
contemplating reasons to live,
you would end your life now if you had the guts.

always so scared to live your life,
but you could never take it...
you never had dreams of being someones wife,
no future in your mind but an empty house,
a cold grave,
your name carved into a stone.