Deathly Cost

[Jan. 15.07]



Living not knowing why

Thoughts make me want to die

Pain I keep; visions too strong

Still looking for where I belong



Life wasted on nothing more

Forgotten what I've fought for

Trouble in my head

Along I lay in bed



Mistakes covered with lies I tell

Imprisioned by voices; my own hell

Tainted images; Left here alone

Why am I left with nothing to carry on?



I feel the blood rush through my vein

Blood washed away by the cold rain

Why am I here? Why am I lost?

Finding out has a deathly cost.

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