• You try to run, and try to hide
    from what you holed deep in side.
    It gerabs your lag and pulls you down,
    and slowly you fall to the ground.

    A cupol days past,
    and you bigen to cry,
    You grab the knife and slice your rists,
    and wonder why
    it had to end like this.
    You fall to your knes and watch your rist
    bleed on to the floor, and
    JUST THINK WE WILL BE AGEN ONCE MORE.