Deeper shade of Black    

 
The walls in my room are a deeper shade of black,
As I’m haunted by sick twisted flashbacks,
I need an armistice,
I need to put an end to this crisis 
And people to stop taking the piss,

The walls in my room are a deeper shade of black,
As I try to get my mind back on the right track,
But it’s only suffering I can recall,
As my tears of grey start fall,
Drowning my emotions in it all,

The walls in my room are a deeper shade of black,
As the voices in my head keep on coming back,
Voices that torture my mind,
I search for them but there hard to find,
Their not of this world, their of another kind,

The walls in my room are a deeper shade of black,
As with a razor my arms I attack,
Cutting my wrist again and again,
My blood runs but there’s no pain,
As it drips to the floor falling like rain,

The walls in my room are a deeper shade of black,
As my eyes start to close there’s no going back,
In this life I tried my best,
But I was set an impossible test,
I’m not like you, I was not blessed,

So all that’s left is eternal rest.