Thoughts Of A Dying Soul

I grasp my last breath in death's sorrowful presence
In light of suicide, I feel hesitance
The bleeding horror of innocence is gone
And todays problems are seen in the morn

Red painted fingers, dancing across a board
Along comes a tear, and then sadness is poured
One little tear, streaking down to her lips
Along comes a problem, and now the blood drips

Words written across a room covered in black
Smiles that leave and never come back
A red stain blooming across the floor
An upside down cross, nailed to the door

Satanic prayers, I beseech thee to die
Another year that has gone, and I will cry
Another hope of nothing is made into existence
Another child has lost their innocence

A face appearing to eyes long closed
A death that isn't natural, another one posed
Time elapsing between present and past
Another problem has come, and stayed to last

Breathing in last resentment
One more chapter added to this dead testament
Putrid be the lies hanging off thee
Screams, cries, begging to be free

Eyes staring into the distance layed black
Problems have occurred, there's no going back
yelling, screaming, you aren't the answer to right
Unbeknown, you are the giver of black light

Grim reaper, hear these last thoughts
As I linger past the ending that haunts
Unaware of nothing but blood
Dying in memories that come to flood