NOT WRITTEN BY ME,BUT HOW MANY FEEL THIS ONE?
Darkness sweeps across my mind like a viper
I pick up a gun; aim yet I do not shoot
What force holds me back?
My heart aches to shoot and my mind is racing
In a world I fight, a world of loneliness
A world that holds fear like a knife to my Throat.
I am overwhelmed.
I feel isolated.
I am crazed and out of control.
In my heart I am already dead.
Who will cry for me?
Whose tears will fall to wet the pillow?
My tears fall alone
I only know how to hurt I serve no purpose
Yet I resist pulling the trigger why?
I guess I'll never know
I guess it lurks with in the Darkness of my Soul.