last of days

the end is far ahead
i cant even see the end
i will not face the day
when the line is so far away

this hard reality
has brought me to my knees
somethings dulls the razor
lucid dreams of guilty pleasures

nail me to the floor
flat line me some more

this death is so cloying
as my conscience is toying
with my long past tissue
long nights of cutting tissue

chain me in spotlights
blind me with sights

they watch me
every move
they listen
for my cries
confessions
depression
opression
reflections

secerts iv said in the dark
hallways where the shadows hark
my only friends
they will remain
here at the end

lay me in my grave
on this last of days