Words From a Broken Soul

Death For The Living

I'm warm on the outside,

but freezing within.

Is this really it?

Will this drugged-up sleepless night

signal my pill-induced end?

I've seen the deep dark loneliness,

I've been to the abyss.

It's actually quite pleasant,

but mind the rather foul stench.

They say life isn't "that bad",

say death is eternal hell.

Well with this blood-

-stained life I'm living,

I'd say I'm damned as well.

All this talk of funerals,

and reminiscing things.

It makes me rather

sick my dearest,

even 6 feet deep.

If this is death for the living,

then I'm somewhere in between. 

I've seen the deep dark loneliness,

I've been to the abyss.

It's actually quite pleasant,

but mind the rather foul stench.

All this talk of funerals,

and reminiscing things.

It makes me rather

sick my dearest,

even 6 feet deep.

If this is death for the living,

then I'm somewhere in between. 

Tell my friends I couldn't stay,

for reasons I can't tell.

Tell my parents that I did this,

but they never did me well.

So why all this ado 'bout heaven,

when my life's a living hell?

They say life isn't "that bad",

say death is eternal hell.

Well with this blood-

-stained life I'm living,

I'd say I'm damned as well.

All this talk of funerals,

and reminiscing things.

It makes me rather

sick my dearest,

even 6 feet deep.

If this is death for the living,

then I'm somewhere in between. 

You see, people claim to know me,

but it's not as it seems.

Because my life's an open casket,

and I'm balancing on the brink.