Forever sitting in peace,
In a 6 foot hole,
That's 10 feet deep.
Covered in dirt,
But dressed my best.

I had my fit,
But I needed to split.
My nerves of steel,
Shot down my fear and lust.
Shot like my heart,
Bleeding forever 'til it stops.

Drained of the red liquid,
That once flowed through me.
Warm like the kiss of death.
But cold...Like the kiss of faith.
Sucked, bone dry,
'Til my bones show through my flesh.

Torn of a once "well" lived life,
To the deaths of hell,
Striving for love and lust, the touch of a loving hand,
or body wrapped around yours.

Crying softly, "please don't leave me".
Yet...I'm already gone..
A kiss of passion to try to bring you back,
But yet.....
Not not even prince charming can help.

Are you to lay there?
Sitting forever?
Laying wrapped around yourself in the center of darkness?
The afterlife, yes what of it.
It's cold and I'm alone,
Shivering while terrified.

Do I sit in this corner?
Wrapped in a ball.
My own little world?
Do I crash?
Or burn...?

Do I weep?
Do I cry?
For all the pain I suffered,
And the ones that I left behind.
Wishing to go back,
Give me one more chance.

Can I stay dry eyes while the ones i love suffer?
Can I sit here lifeless and helpless?
No, I must fight.
I have to stay in this world. But how?
I can't go back into may body?
The doctor pronounced me dead?

Can the dead come back?
Full completely com back??

For me I crash yet burn,
I weep yet I cry.
I fight to stay alive but nothing,
At all is worth this pain.

Fighting for air,
While drowning in darkness,
Trying so hard,
Trying not to drown,
In my own depressing love....

F*** what I do, I only want you,
I'll dive into this water, not knowing what to do.
I'll plunge head first,
directly into the deadly still waters.

My cold watery grave,
Diving farther under for one last chance,
Trying to impress you with my best.

Caught on a rock,
head bleeding out,
Fighting for my vision,
fighting for my breath.

All's I get is water,
running through my lungs,
throat burning I try to scream,
but no one seems to hear a thing.

Killed........on the verge of discovery...
That no drugs could bring me back....