The silence is killing me
No really, I'm going to quietly die
You see it's an easy process so hard to stop
So I'm simply not going to survive
It all starts with that agonizing silence
The silence makes me bored
So to occupy my anxious self
I dig up memories stored
The memories, so terrifying
They make me wanna bleed
I hug me knees and hold on tight
Wanting to pursue my deadly need
The silence brings out my thoughts,
So demented and scary, I know
Maybe you have noticed it,
That my death has started to show
