Death lingers in my head.
The knife lays at my wrist...

Counting days,
can't escape...

To die once,
and be re-born...

A bead of sweat,
lays on your forehead...

Theres a strain in my muscles.
A cloud over my mind...

His hair dark and thick.
Dangling below his shoulder blades...

They say love is the greatest thing...
Have they ever felt the pain of love...

I smell death,
it's back again...

All hearts are like doors...
Some are bigger then others...

Words cut me to the bone.
Like the blade I use to take the pain...

You make me believe that it is better when I say...
That I should push them back into my mind and...

I'm breaking apart inside.
I'm falling down into my own self loathing...