last breath

I lived in a fantasy for far too long

I lost myself in this madness

and I thought it wasn't wrong.

Now, all that's left in me is sadness...

I gave the whole of me time and time again

Now there's nothing left for me to give

Been dead for ten years and I'll die another ten

I don't think I'll ever truly live...

I am nothing... I am empty... I am dust...

I sit still and wait for a sign to bring me peace

But what I really want is to give in to lust

I just want to be able to find some release!

I want to be freed of all these thoughts

that violently echo in my tired head,

that live embeded in my skull like ghosts

reminding me of how much they bled...

They want me to bleed as they did

The horrible images they show me

are burnt inside my fragile eyelids

I eat them up and they live in my belly

And they scream as I drown them with wine

they curse me and violently wail

and turn to some entity they find devine

But they all slowly die as I prevail...

I still secretly wait for my fantasy to come true

and so I still sit here by my lonely window

thinking of a shadow that was once you

trying not to slowly give in to sorrow...

But waiting forever is too much to wait

It's an insane and silent death

I no longer want to be life's jailbait

So let this be my last breath...