Long, Sleepless nights
Horrible, Empty frights
A room with no way out
No feet to run, no voice to shout
A gun and broken glass at the edge of a bed
One swift move is all it takes to fall dead
Pills and vodka mixed in a shot glass
One quick drink is all it takes to make everything come to pass
A broken phone in a puddle of mud
A broken heart pumping without blood
An empty song falls upon deaf ears
Surrounding blind eyes with alluring fears
A hand with no control
Aiming to take with him a high death toll
A mind absent of thought
A motionless body begins to rot
A self inflicted death induces a shattered tear
An end end with no explanation, and end which is already here
Soon.