Have you ever felt so much pain
And wanted to hang yourself on a chain
Drink a gallon or two of gasoline
The precise color of orange tangerine
Have paint dripping from your wrist
That resembles crimson amethyst
The edged blade sitting by the sink
Dripping the same colored timber of ink
I can feel everything spinning aghast
As my fuel of energy is draining fast
Worn out by all this play of deceit
Keeping my dreary true self in secrete
The voices in my head ravaging on
Clamoring in my brain like a storm
Piercing my skull with shrill thorns
Shaking my world into catastrophic fractions
I'm falling
tumbling
slipping
Into an endless abyss
In a sinister chasm
