Within and without,
Without a doubt,
Bitching and madness,
Psychosis and sadness,
A siren screaming,
Paranoia winning,
No faith or any hope,
Will have me hanging from a rope.
Everything seems ill at ease this cold morn,
My breath comes out sharp and jagged,
Whilst I crumble from what my mind forms,
The way that this day I know for me no holds no hope,
It will be just like yesterday full of pills,depression and insanity which I abhor.
Stake my cold burdened heart,
As tears flow from my...