I sit, in a dimly lit room,
waiting for hope, waiting for doom.
Stripped of all my clothes,
already tried an overdose.
I even failed that,
after my heart was hit with a baseball bat.
The walls inch their way in,
the room looks like a fucking trash bin.
The lights blow out,
and the glass hits my eyes.
So I lay on the floor,
with the suffering of a slow death.
Why couldnt it be faster?
why cant it just end?
The walls get closer,
no room to even lay down.
I think Ive gone crazy,
or maybe Ive always been this way. |
