How many times did you nearly die
did someone break you with a smile on his face
shivering from cold in a deeply dark night
counting away the seconds that you slowly waste.
I try to shout but the silence is trying to kill me
but that’s all right, ‘cause I love it’s sound
none has been completed, not with me
and how do I forget this memories I found.
I can’t swallow the water in which I’m drowning
it’s getting tight around my broken body, and
in my head there back again, shouting
and they just make me feel the pain again.
I will always remember, the nightmares
I’ll keep them, and I’m not breathing
don’t think I’ll ever be fearless
or without this killing seeing.
I’m bleeding, but it isn’t red
don’t worry my dear,
I promise that I
soon will be dead.