Ghosts

I’m all alone in my mind
This wretched corpse
Which is blind
This final state
Oppressive views
Fighting depression
What to do
Too small to die
Cowards lie
Never see eye to eye
Wasted nights
Deep trauma sounds
This certain moment
Of death around
Nothing to lose
Tired of it all
Where do I fall? (x2)
I climb the stairs
Wearing my best
Don’t want to make
A blood filled mess
My list is clear
I have no fear
Don’t bother shedding
A final tear
Paranoid delusion
Lost my mind
Frittered seclusion