Waiting to Happen

A bitter train of thought
a little bit distraught
the pulse within my wrist
the chemical that kept me sane
you are the reason i exist
the blood running through my veins
but its turned out venomous
my nerves have grown so numb
I've finally found an end to this
without an idea where from
or where it actually ever went
theres one thing I'm positive of
our time,.. our love.. is spent
n with it goes our circle of hating n laughin'
its just the end thats been waiting to happen