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All Of Life Is Gone
My heart feels like an object,
That you can play like an instrument.
It bleeds so hard,
Feels so raw,
I wish that death was imminent.
If I have to take one more hit,
My heart will die,
And it will drown,
Inside of a fire filled pit.
I always wondered,
Who’d miss me when I’m gone,
A single bullet through my head,
Would test that theory,
But that seems wrong.
They say I’ve got people that love me,
But it all feels the same,
Feels like my mind, heart, and soul,
Are all swishing down the drain.
On the floor holding,
Onto something more,
In the rain,
Wishing God would come,
And help me through this pain.
When I look at the future,
All I see is death,
Choking myself,
With a rope around my neck.
These thoughts are cynical,
Depressing,
I’m just second guessing,
All I ever do,
And I guess at that too.
Live life to the fullest they always say,
But how can you live a life,
That gets emptier and blacker,
With each passing day?
All of life is gone,
And I can’t breathe without her,
And I can’t show what I mean,
When I say I doubt her.
I can’t live life,
When there’s nothing to live for.
It’s like trying to scream at death,
While you’re writhing on the floor.
I see the blood,
And it screams to me like a dying angel,
The sound is so sweet,
Yet you feel a step closer to hell.
Something so pure,
Can be so evil,
And there’s a problem with that word,
Yeah, the word evil,
It’s like a trick message,
Trying to prescribe you to the devil.
If you spell evil backwards,
You get live,
Something that’s hard to do,
And if you spell devil backwards,
You get lived,
Something we’ve all been through.
It just goes to show you at the end of your life,
It doesn’t matter which light you see,
It all ends up with you holding a knife,
Stained with blood,
It’s the blood of your enemies,
Just another human being,
That decided not to be friendly.
It wasn’t your fault, right?
I mean he started it first,
But he isn’t the one holding the knife,
With lungs about to burst,
With a scream that would deafen,
The thunder of the Gods,
A scream you made,
Against all the odds.
Now your vision goes blank,
And time seems to stop,
As the sirens start approaching,
It’s the sound of a cop.
But you’re innocent, right?
He started the fight,
He asked you for your money,
In the dead of the night.
But did he deserve to die?
Should you have killed him?
He didn’t have a weapon,
He was just tryin to keep livin’.
Cause he’s broke and can’t afford to pay his apartment,
And he got fired a week ago from his social services department.
Did he really have the choice to not find another way?
He needed one more choice to get through the day.
But he’ll never make another choice,
Cause you ended his life,
No one will ever hear his voice,
Cause it’s stuck on your knife.
All of life is gone,
And I can’t breathe without her,
And I can’t show what I mean,
When I say I doubt her.
I can’t live life,
When there’s nothing to live for.
It’s like trying to scream at death,
While you’re writhing on the floor.
