Dark Souls in Black Crowns

Is this what death feels like?

Sure seems so.

The deepest parts of me are sad.

In my soul no flowers grow.

I seem to be teetering on the edge of insane

Don't lean too far left.

And when the darkness calls my name

I'm prepared to take my last breath.

I am on fire deep inside

I'm bursting into flames.

I'm crossing into your false utopia

Won't fall for your mind games.

As I slowly wilt and fall,

I see you standing there

Our eyes, they lock,

You run your fingers through your hair.

Is that your soul that's charred so black?

Eyes like a razor, sharp as a tack.