Messed up life or rot in hell?
These are the choices that play in there.
In the mind of the disturbed..
Family problems.
False friends.
Broken hearted.
Scorned by society.
Nowhere to turn.
Got no one at all.
Lost in these demented thoughts.
Nothing else exists.
Uncontrollable rage
causes you pain.
Bruises are left when the demon escapes.
Blood soaked sheets are all that remain.
The choices left are only two.
Time is running out.
Not long again before they find you.
Battered and bruised or a bloody corpse?
The choice is yours
Only you can choose…
To live or die?
But then you realise…
Its too late now .
There’s only one way out.
Too much blood has been drained.
You’ll never see the light of day again.
For the time has come
As the knife slips from your pale, almost lifeless, bloody hand...
You reflect on the past.
You close your eyes...
And drift off into an endless sleep.
For now its finally over…
The story of your sad life,
Comes to an unhappy end…
