(Old poem I wrote, hope you like)
Standing outside in the pouring rain, cutting my wrist watching it bleed.
Wanting to wash all the pain down the drain, funny thing is that I cant feel it anymore.
I've gown so numb in the past years, from the stab wounds on my back to the memories narrated in whisky.
I have my hand out drowning in a sea on depression, like in Hollywood movies I slowly sink in.
Breathing in the water slowly feeling my lungs
I promise i'll find a way to the shore, no matter how bad it hurts.
The darkness is closeing in
Then I see a small light, something small that beams off my glasses like the light of a million suns,
I run as fast as my leg could take me,
Only to find a lantern low on flame.
I take the small gleam from my eyes, to feed the flame of life
Just a bit longer it will have a flame,
I had saved someone,
But at what cost?
