I have felt it,
it which hath killed many.
The rote of the apple,
the dullness of a penny.

I have seen the gates of heaven,
I have seen the gates of hell.
I walked this trail a million times,
and many of times I have fell.

I have swallowed the pills,
I have grabed the knife.
But so unlucky am I,
to still have to live this life.

Every time I see a light,
there seems to be a restriction.
I want to give up so badly,
but this is my one true addiction.

To the one I love,
the one I adore,
The one who makes,
my heart so very sore.

You have but one chance,
to save this life which is not yours.
To stop all the battles,
and cause my heart no more wars.

Unforntunately you are to late,
my world is far to gone.
My heart is now solid,
and all feelings withdrawn.