The day is near where i stare in the face of death where he snatches my soul and takes my last breath to bad thats all I have left.
What do i do next.....too depressed but i know im slipping away. Slipping away to the place where night turns to day and day turns to night, where all my days are only built on strife, where peoples souls crys and moans.....where pain is the everyday toll.
I feel the pain of holding stuff in I feel like Bane, injected with venomous poisons. But like Bane it keeps him strong and alive....without it he will surely die.
This pain makes me strong but it also makes me weak....no pain no gain leaves a streak of unbearable pain like a gash that soon gushes out blood leaving blood stains.
I need help, cant go to my girl...idk what would happen in turn.
Forget this poem just know im slipping away mabey tomorrow mabey today idk only god can tell mabey my destiny is going to hell.
