TwistedRisto

my thoughts are eating me alive.
it's beginning to be a furious fight.
they are torturing me in the deepens of my spine.
squeezing me way too tight.
my soul in a cage very deep inside.
all happening out of sight.
how the hell will i ever survive.
in this fucked up world that is not bright.
every word i believe is a lie.
everywhere i look is dark not light.
this is not my fucking life!!

i am hanging on this small rope.
it's the only thing i can find.
should i cut it, or my throat.
only thing, left in my mind.
is this rope, lust for life my only dope.
no more, how i've been so blind,
with this current present, will i cope.
for my upcoming future, i will not hide.
in awaken dreams, seen there's still hope.
to die happy or sad, the choise is mine.