Too late.Touching your face,Feeling the coldLetting your numb hand slipFalling down and grabbing the rope.That taunting piece of material.Trying. Trying hard to pull free from it.Knowing it's too late.No hope. No feeling. Nothing.As your limp body pulls harder, you know.As gravity tried to defy, you know.As your head starts spinning, you know.As your room gets blurry, you know.It's too late to back out. Too late to run free.Too late to try a different way, a quicker way.You know, that this way, is nearly over.It has a hold on you. One you can't pull from.One that's too strong. One that's telling you.It's over.You've left.You've lost.You've won.You're done.You're gone.Forever out of that world.
EmoA blade, my saviourSpilt blood, my releaseA corner, my homeDeath, my peace.
Roses are red, Your heart is black.Roses are red,Your heart is black.Yeah, I love youBut I'll never go back.♥xx