What I've Become

Look at this shadow,
made from your darkness,
as you watch it shiver in the loneliness.
As they watch you from your darkness,
millions of thoughts,
that this shadow shows.
They have no veins,
raped from there hearts,
a classical desperation of our lonely life's.
But yet they tell us more then the truth,
they whisper what we've sadly become.

With this bloody pen in hand,
I write my thoughts and tell the ones,
who care for me and what I've become and
not to cry for tonight I've planned to die.

My thoughts are clouding in my head,
my fingers are turning blue,
as i chase all my dreams far away,
and heal all my deep cut scars.
As the blood flows out and I begin to shout,
my life leaves before my eyes.
I fall to the ground,
stare up in space,
for the glory i may find.

As this bloody hand falls limb,
I've written my thoughts and told the ones
who care for me what I've become and
not to cry, for tonight I've died.