Crying tears of acid
my heart is chard to ashes
on the inside I’m burning.
Such rage and hatred
what are my chances?
Wondering when I’ll stop breathing.
Somebody help me with my illness
I think I might go insane
either way I still need to wait.
I’m just slipping away into the darkness
all I feel is the pain
if you decided to help your too late.
For I am lying upon my grave
with the world fading away
with the last bit of light there’s left.