For Those Of You Who Told Me To Write About Something Happy
I Drip Blood Onto The Sheets
Because my Wrists Have Sprung A Leak
Shadows, Overtaking my Eyes
My, This is A Lovely Suprise
I laugh In The Midst Of my Tears
I begin to laugh at all my fears
I hope that when I wake, they will be gone
So That I can pretend, like nothing's wrong
My thoughts are all over, Hither an Yon,
My thought's are running, a marathon.
As I fall, Into this sleep,
Death slowly, begins to creep
To take my life, and fill my head,
with thoughts of what it's like, to be dead.