Hello Sanity...

i was waiting for you to pull out a gun..
we are slipping apart,
so its only right for you to run and gun
i feel my brain slowly liquidifying everything old is new,
my friends are my enemies and my enemies are hating even more..
i can feel myself slipping..
have you ever looked up suicide?
i know i have.
and i have nightmares.
in these nightmares
i see a young girl
i have seen her before.
she has black hair, covering her face
she has a blooded knife in one hand.
and a heart in the other
each night i dread to look down
to see a gaping hole in my chest
with blood pumping out.
there are ruins all around
in a grey, doomed world
i should be dead
but i am kept alive
tortured and in pain
every morning
after my ordeal ends
i feel my sanity slip...
its there...
but slowly going out of reach..
i
feel
insanity.