I'm sitting.
Desperate thoughts go through my mind
sick of all the ignorance, sick of all the lies.
Suïcidal mindscape, with a gun clenched in my palm, contemplating, will anybody miss me when i'm gone?
My body is numb, no feeling inside, no emotion, no anger,
no fear, no pride.
Feeling nothing, just waiting to pull that trigger behind, and lose my sense of being, just fade into time.
I can't cope, I can't feel my faith in humanity,
just hopelesness, and a raging sense of insanity.
I can't smell, I can't see, I can't think I can't hear,
My brain overloads and I bleed fear out of my ear.
The razor slashes a red line across my wrists,
piece at last, as I shift into a different plain of exist-ence.............