Drown myself, Darling. I've made up my mind.
|Drown myself, Darling. I've made up my mind.
Drown myself, Darling. Last sound is a silent cry.
There goes another tomorrow, already damp with yesterday's tears.
Where do the tainted souls go? Because mine's not wanted here.
Bitterness laced with misery, comes in waves throughout emptiness.
Held hostage in such a hell- from only I that made these chains.
Darkness everywhere. Surrounded by like an errie loneliness which promises eternity.
Drown myself, Darling. Maybe then, Heaven I'll find.