Gun Hold

Alone I sit,
Alone I wait,
Alone alone alone...
Crying, because there is no else I can do
No one I can see, no one I can talk.
Shadowed by myself in cave I cannot come
A dark hole I am buried in
A life I wish not to lead
A rose that can be so beautiful, but the stem that can be so thorn

Alone I sit, as the thoughts bombard me...
Over and over again..
Cramming me down, and taking every word
Taken by the overthrow of it all, it stays with me
Every night growing weaker and weaker
As I try to stay strong avd withhold it all
As knives are poking me every which way, and blood is rushing out

Here and there I scream
My eyes start to drain and I am no
Longer able to keep myself up

I fall and hit the pavement
There I lose control
I use my last breath to say help
But no ones in sight...

No one never was
It was only my illusion
That I had seen

And it will forever hold the lost key..
The key of the unfortunate