the sudden pain ravages against the walls of my cranium
as I begin to write a note of what I was gonna say to them
''my life didn't turn out the way I wanted it to be
slowly, my mind wandered the corridors of my body through me
it discovered jewelry covered in blood with a hole in the center
and in that hole was the engraved letters, my soul's trapped in December
hardened forever in ice, unable to express emotions or feeling
with a heart that pumps bitter blood, and my erosion is sealing
the final chapter of my book of life, as I took the knife
and sliced vertically to avoid failure, I finally shook the strife''
blurry vision begins to take control, I'm scared to go
the knife falls on the tiled floor, I don't know where to go
everything gets darker, I can't talk, it's like I'm wearing a muzzle
I slowly travel to the other side...
but there's no light at the end of the tunnel.
