Twenty Twenty seven Twenty seven days Twenty seven days until my life hits it's end. Twenty seven days until the spool of thread grows thin. Twenty seven days to save wary thoughts. Twenty seven days until my term sudden stops. Twenty seven days Twenty seven Twenty
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Walking in an empty room Every door is closed No way out, no escape The creature inside eats it way out
It hungers for pain There's no way to tame I will be the death of me There's no way to see the end
The beginnings lost its taste Time has been stretched long Life's sharp turn is abrupt It destroys everything I have known.
I can't reach out I only scream I've felt pain but This is torture.
There is no refuge No way of hope Just a seat in the center To sit down and wait patiently for death to coincide.
I can't be over dramatic Suicide is just too easy It's simpler to be reckless in hope of one day Being hit by a train.
