Death lingers in my head.
The knife lays at my wrist.
A swift move to end it.
Not that easy...
Whats left to stay for?
What waits for me?
No life left to live... or leave.
My fate decided.
I feel the motivation die.
No energy to live.
Lifes funny like that...
You wish to live and are forced to lose.
You wish to die but only live.
No cut could penetrate deep enough.
No cut could bleed enough.
Yet, each breath is more then enough.
You see the world blur by.
Alone, the only one of your kind.
The darkness closes in.
Go on fight all you want your the living dead no matter what you wish.
Living dead girl,
look in the mirror.
See for yourself,
see your dysfunction.
