Pro-strife, Anti-life

Life is it a force that never ends?
Till your on the floor wasting away in your own blood,there will be a knocking on the door pounding you feel the vibrations but all you feel is the sensation as you die.

There is no wake up there is nobody else  you are there  walking in a world that to everyone does not exist
You hear a noise but it is not from just one direction in this abyss

You are lost wondering how you could  come to this moment
You realize it's your fault but this is something you never ment

your eyes are closed so tight there is no light  there is no sight
There is no way to tell day from night.

You are in a blissfull moment, you are there alone as you bump into a figure
You can not see what but it speaks to say  that razor blade slid right across just like when you write your signature

The voice gives off a warmth and it says another word welcome with a haunting laugh
Was He the Savior from my own wrath

I yell and say I don't want to be here I didn't  want it to end this way
He said i will give a new life for a toll of a pay

Reply with any were but here
Alright  your end is coming near
Then a bell signals in my ear I am back  not on the floor but screaming is all I hear

I see light but hands as well I'm losing my memory  cry,cry,cry 

(A baby's tears now the path starts agian  with no soul and will be raised for many years.)

 He will bring suffering as he raises  hell from the tips of his fingers
The razor blade will slide across so many figures that will sign signatures in blood.
Wrists and necks are not safe
To bad being safe is fake.