• Ever so apparent
    Is this mess that I have made
    In which nothing is coherent
    Here's my silent serenade
    To an ever changing system
    With a constant wave of pain
    It's the final fatal rhythm
    That will push me once again
    Towards an edge that's drawing nearer
    And a pool of placid red
    Everything will be much clearer
    Once you've seen the words I've bled
    Through a tip of pen or pencil
    Onto numerous sheets of white
    Where my life is but a stencil
    Never changing, never right
    Never looking for the better
    Only speaking of the worst
    Like a cry for help or letter
    From the Wicked to the Cursed
    The end is seeming closer
    With my patience growing thin
    Suddenly I'm not so sure
    Of strength I hold within
    Along with all the nightmares
    And the fears that sleep inside
    Of failure and the tears
    That make me feel I've been denied
    Of everything I've wished for
    And all I wanted to be
    Engulfed within a blackened core
    For only I to see
    There's truth within these words I speak
    There's sorrow in my mind
    My body is becoming weak
    My thoughts becoming blind
    With the hand of death upon me
    And the darkness growing strong
    I take one final breath to see
    That now there's nothing wrong