I'm sitting here with my hands on my lap,
and my gaze set between the stars,
hoping that there is a god.
it's hard to believe...
but, it's still something to look forward to.
As thousands of emotions
burn through my body,
the only movements I make are slight,
no one can see what is tearing me apart,
because no one is close
enough to hear my blood,
pulsing through my artiery's,
and into my heart.
And i wish more then anything
someone could feel
exactly what I feel,
and take some of this pain away.
So now, I am stuck in two states of mind,
one where I'm dead
and the other I'm alive,
and as the world turns
unintentionally around me,
there is nothing I can do
to slow down it's revolutions.
I hope when my death comes around,
no one is as scared as I am, for me.