Disturbed

All Alone I am all alone, I cannot see. How all this silence came to be. Shooting arrows, through bullet holes in the sky. Biting my lip, so as not to cry. Counting crows; one by one. Watching children have their fun. Crying and bleeding into the night. Praying that nobody will turn on my light. Trying to be something I am not. Hoping that nobody will find out, that I wont get caught. Working up my courage every day. To finally end my life, I do not want to stay. I feel my finger on the trigger. The metal against my head. My eyes I feel get bigger. As I pull it and am surrounded by red. I lay in a puddle. Waiting for it to end. I am bleeding and my thoughts are muddled. I though this was what I wanted? I guess it is too late to mend. I hear sirens in the distance. It's too late, they've wasted their time. Because soon I will seize my existence. And the step ladder to hell I will climb.

Thank you so much. But my only issue with naming specific places is that it ruins the mystery... you know? And it really doesn't have a place, as death is an abstract concept and everyone thinks of it differently. And isn't that what song lyrics are? poetry? But thank you.

I feel sleep tugging at my conscieness as it disentigrates my worries. I feel a warm breeze gently ligting my spirit up and away. I would remain in blissful unconscienceness forever. To get back I am in hurry. Rolling hills and windswept landscapes. Barren wastelands and foggy window-panes. A place where true love exists. A place where the babbling river runs through the graves. Where a broken heart heart is not in existence. A place immensely far away. A place brimming with perspective. A place where I will stay. Some may be dissapointed. But death is exactly how I thought it would be. *any feedback would be appreciated*

that is really amazing.

that is amazing.

That. Is. Really. Good.