Sitting in the silence of the darkend room
All alone, thinking of such a doom
The thoughts of suicide
No longer will I hide
My pain etched on my face
Sleeping soundly will replace
What was once the sound of tears
The sound of once forgotten fears
Tearing deep into my wrist
Punching that hole with my fist
Breaking down, I just want to die
No, I'm not kidding, this is no lie
My sorrow brings me to such a place
Scars that this blade will once again trace
Blood streams down my arm
This pain disperses, I see no harm
Black as coal the blood does flow
Crimson, I think you should know
I bleed black, black as the pits of hell
Bitter and cold is this excuse for a shell
My ears ring the sounds of death at my door
My wounds bleeding, I rise off the floor
I can see my body lying there, cold and still
Where there is no hope there can be no will
My last breath drawn in, I will be free
No one will mourn my death as you see
For they do not know what is before their eyes
But you know, its really not a surprise
They thought all would be fine and well
I can finally be free of such a hell
A single rose laying beside my bed
And this rose is black, not the usual red.
