On the floor

by Arkon   Aug 21, 2005


Rip out this razor of remorse
Will it tear out this neverending pain
Pulling it out hurts of course
But I question my sanity, am I insane?

Acidic pain stretching from the depths of my heart
Why am I down here even to start
Or better yet why aren't I dead
But I'm soaked by my own blood instead

I can't stand up to hold my own weight
But more-so sit here while I experience my ultimate fate
But you took my pride, all before
All before I got up off the floor

In this night I gave away the light
I gave in to suicide
I put up a limp fight
And in which I lost my rights

But you don't know I'm down here anymore
I'm lying here silent on the floor
I can't help but think I'll die alone
Holding the razor to my throat, before I even touch, my heart moans

I don't I can take any more
Now you think I'm useless tot he core
Well this knife's gonna drive me straight to hell
Now what direction I'm going, theres no way to tell, but I promise you I was the one who fell

I've been calling you all week without an answer
Not a single return killed me faster than this cancer
And I'll sleep in blood filled pools
Used as hells tools

And I can't complain
When it's fire and rain
I'll let this razor drain
All what was once done in vane

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