Laying Here

In The End Of Time

<If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?>

i sat by myself,humming a song,trying to keep out the cold.my breath lay on the air like tiny lifes.i looked around the dank flat,hoping the walls whould strengthen.i looked down at my arms,soaked with dried blood.i let out a whimper hoping someone whould care.no such luck.

"can anyone here me."i wispered to the ceiling,hoping to get some ansewr to a qustion to a god i dont belive in.life whent from okay to shit in a matter of months.the unansewed qustions circeling in the sky.the moving from england to america,away from the only people to give two shits,to a cunt who "loves" my mum.he moved us in to a shit hole and left us there to fend,with only his income and lots of sex pistols to help us survive.i when to school got picked on by chavs and sneered at by 'punks' cuz im 'to radical'.i'm dead inside its just im waiting for my body to realise.

<And prey to the God of a bitch spelled backwards is dog
Not for one race, one creed, one world
But for money
Effective
Absurd

This is religion>