Suicidal Heart.
Things are breaking as most are coming undone.
Why should my life have any meaning?
People say "live life to it's fullest" but I say "life's a bitch, get over it."
A heart still beating with pain and misery.
My brain slowly reacting in a panic upon what should happen at my end.
Beating slowly as I think about life after my death.
The feelings I felt before making me feel numb as blood flows freely from the openings upon my wrists and thighs.
Should I take the gun and cease my existance or watch the crimson rivers flow from my body to the white linoleum floor?
I think I'd rather watch. See how long it takes to find my end.
No thought of happiness. No pain. No misery.
I know my end is near. I can feel it creeping. Calling my name in a hushed whisper.
I smiled.
I was ready to follow it this time.
Don't bother saying goodbye.
I can see the glimmer of light at the end of the dark tunnel.
I know what I've become.
But....
why is the scenery so luminescent?
Bright, captivating flames. Hues of reds and oranges.
What I thought was the light to heaven.
Were the flames of hell.
© 2007.
Why should my life have any meaning?
People say "live life to it's fullest" but I say "life's a bitch, get over it."
A heart still beating with pain and misery.
My brain slowly reacting in a panic upon what should happen at my end.
Beating slowly as I think about life after my death.
The feelings I felt before making me feel numb as blood flows freely from the openings upon my wrists and thighs.
Should I take the gun and cease my existance or watch the crimson rivers flow from my body to the white linoleum floor?
I think I'd rather watch. See how long it takes to find my end.
No thought of happiness. No pain. No misery.
I know my end is near. I can feel it creeping. Calling my name in a hushed whisper.
I smiled.
I was ready to follow it this time.
Don't bother saying goodbye.
I can see the glimmer of light at the end of the dark tunnel.
I know what I've become.
But....
why is the scenery so luminescent?
Bright, captivating flames. Hues of reds and oranges.
What I thought was the light to heaven.
Were the flames of hell.
© 2007.