I longed for death
Yet now at my last
When my life has past
I fear for my soul
And I lose control
Equal are fear and anticipation
Will i reach ecastacy or damnation
I see flashes of wasted days
Wishing I could have changed my ways
I - delved - into my wrist with a knife
And - I - threw away the gift of life
Helpless I lay, struggling for breath
Pleading for life, running from death
It was all a grave mistake
Oh why my life did I take
As it flashes before my eyes
Oh god why cant I rise
In - my - wrist lay the gaping hole
From - which - bled my broken soul
As I lay dead
As cold as stone
My soul has fled
And left me alone
A Urban Spirit.
