Myriads of judging faces surrounding me
The familiarity feels old and cold
Awaiting for the page to turn in life
Do I have the pen in my shaking hand?
Or is it someone else one step ahead?
I lie awake pondering this blackness within
Wherever I stand every morning is the same
I feel hands reaching into my core
Pulling my spirit into the darkest depths
Tonight I have no will to fight all over again
Embracing the usual charcoal fog
That steals my already shattered heart
Robs me of my peaceful aura
Replacing it with an uncertainty and madness
Screams of my past and tommorows ache combine
I await my destiny after my clarity returns
Sitting I ponder and no longer move forward
I am like a stagnant salty bottle that's washed up
Useless to my life that once was blue serene
But this moment is etched within me for eternity
I hear venomous whispers that linger
I hesitantly pick up a sharp knife
Plunging it within my battered flesh
Death dragging me downward
To my home sweet home
my ultimate demise
The fiery gates
Of hell
