With a mind drenched in sorrow.
And my thoughts ruling like a Pharaoh.

Only one thought remains,
Suicide.

Some think it’s an easy way out
But, this thought it makes me shout

The voices in my head.
Tend to make me feel dead.

The phantom figures I see
I know it cannot be
Yet, they remain. Chanting
I will not constrain, this everlasting ranting.

Isolated from the world
Can strike me like a sword.
Now, the Pharaoh, getting his way
No time for mutiny, there can be no delay

And there it is…
Shiny. Sharp. Welcoming.
The blade to end this ongoing wrestling.
Sharp end inwards.
Now I can go onwards

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 13.12.2010

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