Sunday at Dawn, I will be gone

The day is coming
Closer and quicker
My heart is moving
Pounding, lights flicker

My death is somewhere
Creeping around
No lights in the house
Nothing making sound

My death will be suddle
In one morning
One puddle
Blood marks the map
That I will be in

My skin ripping
My lungs rippling
Breathing to fast
Breathing too slow

Fate will come tomorrow then go
My life, my death
No one will know
My plan for the 9th
My life will go

Heart to eyes
Eyes to lips
My body will stop
Down to my hips

Suicide morning
With nowhere to go
Just me in the clouds
Staring to glow

Sunday at dawn
I will be gone
Dont ask questions
Im going in the right direction