the sight of Blood excited me.
maybe today you will bury me.
I’m tired of seeing the same days
the morning dews before the sun rays.

Maybe today I’ll die.
I don’t want to spend life getting high.
On cheap booze and expensive sex
what will make it all fall in context?

But I cannot write a suicide note
I don’t know which lyrics I’d quote.
The irony of saying I want to fall
while I build my walls so  tall.

Maybe tonight I will cry.
I’m afraid to say bye.
Let me lay to rest,
and hope for the best.