wet street

i hung my head again today, i begged for it to stop
felt my heart bleed it's last drop, i couldn't hear it but i felt your lips say

'hold on, don't you fucking die!", i couldn't see her but i felt her shaking
my skull cracked the mind was breaking, so i told her my secrets in a soaked sigh

my right arm under me crushed, my left over my head
i thought by now; i'd be dead, my life in warmth gushed

i stood over the wet railing, stared at the frozen city under
i couldn't help but wonder, when i had stopped inhaling

given up on my life, weight of it all lost its meaning
joys passed with pains remaining, just a blur of unending strife.

I hung my head as i fell, the wind sharp i was pulled back to earth
i wanted to go back to before my birth, i gave into what i couldn't tell

felt myself break and rip, i still had five more heart beats in me
beat to beat it was every memory i could see, my story as short as my trip

i bled into the wet street, with death on it's breath
the voice kept repeating the same thing, again and again
as i bled into the wet street...it would just repeat
'coward...coward..'
on my last heart beat,
i'd wake from my dream.
it's always the same
electronic scream.
my right arm under me,
my left over my head
i'd just lay in my bed.