This Vision
I see myself,
Hanging like a wretched wreck,
A belly full of pills,
And a broken neck.
Lonely and forlorn,
Stranded in my mind,
My soul ripped
And torn.
What does it matter,
That my life is no more,
I see no one around
Around my pool of blood on the floor.
This vision of death is
What I see.
This vision of death
Consuming me.
Take this vision from me
If you can,
Take this vision from me
Before the blood runs out of me
Like the draining sand.
This beautiful vision of death.
