Crawled uP in a corner
under a blown roof.
In a cursed neighborhood
the clock is ticking
stoned are my eyes
are u going to feed me another lie ?!
or has the time finally come
to bid this pain goodbye?
I stammer..
the words refuse to come out..
my soul bleeding..
my wounds fresh
beyond healing
the flow gets slower
the echos of lost souls go farther.
Standing up,
only to fall back
falling on broken glass
the pain, i swallow..
my head with flashbacks,
my life was so hollow.
look up, seeing the clouds go by,
the pains going away,
I feel numb
feeling the barrel against my head
perhaps, my time's come by
