A Time for Good-byes

Time for me is running out
To know me you could follow
But with a whimper not a shout
My soul empty and hollow

I could so easily start again
a different life to try
Or a new wife in God knows when
to kiss my pain good-bye

But I'm so tired of my long life
and all I have endured
My best friend now is this sharp knife
which leaves me quite assured

The voices urge me "End this now"
with strenght and with conviction
"There's nothing left here anyhow
but chasing your addiction"

I know it's true, it's all my fault
for daring once to try it
My body drinks it's sweet assault
and forces me to buy it

The high so nice it sets me free
from all my worldly troubles
My thoughts become so much debris
among the mental rubbles

"So why by knife?" You want to say
as if you even care
I'll paint the room with my blood spray
and leave myself quite everywhere

But one last high before I go
and do this all euphoric
And all I had I'm sure you know
not much and not historic

If you're reading this it's far too late
to save my troubled soul
I've left to confront my own fate
and dark release my one last goal

I'll see you on the other side
of all life's pain at dawn
as we dismiss all of our pride
and stay forever gone

Perhaps there will be no harsh laws
for all the drugs you do
and no harm do they ever cause
to me or all of you

I hope the drugs are plenty there
in that land of Evermore
for everyone to take and share
locked behind Hell's iron door

It is time to let blood flow
so good-bye now as I offend
all pleasantries I now forego
"My only friend...the end"