Here I sit, dowsed in my sin.
With a pen, a needle, and an empty bottle of gin.
My words no longer carry the weight.
My feelings have been wiped now, clean slate.
Pain and misery, all to clear.
My mind is open to everything, experience the fear.
Notes, scattered like leaves at fall.
Thunder cracks, it shakes the walls.
Silence...
Love is a four letter word.
A word so sacred, should it never be heard.
Loneliness, a moment not spared.
A feeling experienced, when no-one cared.
It's all to much dealing.
Notes, scattared and covered with feelings.
Alone..,
The needle is sharp, but not plain.
A self-addictive cure, runs through my veins.
The outside life, too miserable, too dark.
But not as dark, as the depth of my heart.
Here I sit, dowsed in my sin.
With notes, a needle, and an empty bottle of gin.
Into the moonlight i shall ride.
With a one way ticket, to the otherside...
Death...
