Your vision starts to blur,
Your words start to slur,
You find your balance is off.
You refuse to sit,
...
Water running in a steady stream
Flowing over the polished white and brown stones.
The stream is old, its waters cold, the flow running steadily.
A rock falls in, Its journey begins,
...
Larger than one,
But less than two.
Less than a couple,
But more than a few.
...
The sky, simple blue,
Casting down its morning dew,
Sprinkling the ground in a gentle hue,
Of what I could have, but didn't do.
...
Should i do it?
Should i try?
just put the gun in my mouth,
Pull the trigger and die?
...
I hope for the best.
but get the worst.
its not simple life.
its a curse.
...
I do go kinda crazy when i here a symbol of that perfect pitch,
the one that sounds like a gun firing,
in between my lips,
I know the moment the trigger begins to bend,
...
I have the gun,
It's against my head,
One RIGHT move,
and ill be dead,
...