Slowly Slip

the raging pain, it becomes harder to bear.
I wake up each day, hoping for something more,
knowing it will always bes less.
I watch the sun rise and I watch as it sets.
beautiful without trying,
a trait i wished i possessed.

my reckless manner is only the surface.
the only exception, is my sick obsession.
with the weapon I hold in my hand.
I watch and stare.
I break down.
I slowly slip.
there's no beauty through this broken glass.

the flashbacks don't stop.
I cannot be saved.
this critical acclaim, these famous last words.
these last minutes to darkness, this ticket to the unknown.
if jealousy had a face, if you could only see.
I'll fly until I crash, there'll be no grim goodbye.
I'd rather die, than go another day.
In the end, this innocence, will be the latest plague.