It could've been a year
It could've been a month
It could've been a week
Or it could've been an hour
I would still be where I am
Stuck in the middle of a river of blood
Dying all alone
I'm drowning in my own soul
And my life is flashing before my eyes
I can't see any light
I'm blinded by the demons
Hell is waiting for me
Just so they can take my soul
I don't breathe anymore
Nor do I move
I lay here, motionless
And leave without any dignity
I leave in pity
In cold dirt
I never was more than trash in the first place.
