thoughts filtered thru my head   (from long ago since yesterday)   some people cant stand death   (but the fear takes away)   like a bullet in my chest   like a tattoo fades away   hell i know i'm not the best   but i'm glad these thoughts are frayed   pictures flashing thru my mind   (from far away to in my face)   A simple glimpse i'd leave behind   (i'd be gone , a helpless waste)   like the poison the tube   like the dirtmarks wash away   hell, i feel black n blue   but they'd like it if i stayed   under burning clotts   my last thoughts   is you'd take the blade    away!!!