Waiting for Death to Come

I tell of how I feel, Deep down inside so honest and so real, My emotions begin to peel, And run away from my essence, but then I begin to reel, All of these things back into this vessel in which I am contained, I try to remain calm I try to remain humane, But I’m losing it, I am so insane, I grasp my head so tightly with my hands, What is wrong with me, I am some different kind of man, As I scream at the top of my lungs, Bloody mercy brings nothing but hell into my life, I cry sitting here on this ground, I am in no specific type of town, I am in my own mind, Lost forever, bound frozen deep in time, The clouds are red, just like the sky, My eyes bleed dark red blood as I cry, I have no hair I have no cares, Or motion, My mind is trapped under its own erosion, I grasp breath one more time, And fall too swiftly to catch myself, I am not feeling fine, For all these emotions back inside my chest, Makes me want to vomit out all the rest, All of this hatred, these things in which I can’t describe, This pain that I can no longer hide, Fuck this I can’t wait to die!