sledgehammerwolf

Although I feel incomplete The deadline is coming for me I must present to you My masterpiece For being born of my condition A break in tradition One song of redemption My final composition A Violinist alone in a room Only with blades not a bow Casting a perfect melody Of my pain and suffering And I will play to you Until my final screams I can't hide this from you My masterpiece

I've seen it coming from my bottle of pills. Untimely ending from losing your will . In my visions now everythings still . Pushing forward hunting your thrill leave me drowning in a bottle of pills.. To lie awake ,leaving thoughts to a blade Faded numbness, helping sift out the pain . Losing vision, to the colours and grain Ears left bleeding , to ring out the same I'm sick and tired of ,making my way To find what I want ,so here I lay To lose you mind now ,turning insane A bottle of pills to get through the day