The Skies are darkening
Reflecting my mood
My life seems useless
Ill soon find if thats true
A voice so soft, barely above a whisper
Tells me I have nothing left to live for
I know that the voice is wrong
That hope for a better tomarrow is still there
But I can't seem to find that hope
Through the darkness which is my life
And I can't help but think
What if the voice is right?
The knife at my side seems inviting
I gently slide my fingures across it
The feel of the cold smoth steel
Is a very pleasant thing indeed
Gliding the knife across the wall
I leave a haunting message behind
"Tonights the night to say your goodbyes
The slumber in which I seek is now at hand
And the laughter in which I endure daily
Shall soon come to an end
As this knife tears its way through my skin"
With my message complete
I know that I am done
I then slide the silver, glimmering knife
Across my wrists again and again
My task complete, I let the knife fall
And its fall seems somehow slowed to a crawl
As I close my eyes and take my last breath
As everything that I know turns towards the dark abyss
And my lifes journey comes to an end
