The Death of Life

Sometimes I hear these voices calling me
They want to take me, take me far away
They don't want me to give them anything
They just want to take me to a better day

They told me how I was to get that better day
I had to watch my blood run freely down my arms
They said I would swim down a river of my blood
They said I was almost there when I heard the alarms

They said the alarms were just warning me to go back
They said that if I went back it would only hurt more
They said to ignore them and to keep on dying
So I kept on dying and I finally reached the door

They said the door was the final step and if I opened it
I would find a better life, they said I would get everything
I reach the door, it flies open, I walk in, and the door shuts
There's no light here, there isn't anything, just nothing

I race back to the door, pounding on it with my fists
Open I scream, and I remember back to a time where I cried
And said that anyplace was better than where I was
I should have know that those voices were telling me to die

I collapse on the floor, I didn't want this, I wanted to be home again
Tears fall in streams down my cheeks, this must be a joke
I can't be dead, I don't want this anymore, take me back
Please, please, I scream out to the voices, and I awoke

I awake to a world where people care about me
The voices say I was lucky and now I must repent
The excitement falls away as I see familiar faces
This place really isn't all that much different


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