Down

Persist my crime

No antidote, hollowed mind

Persist the time

My foundation is down, a hole in the ground

Lonely at last, feeble

I stand Can

I purify my soul, to begin where

I was? No answers are given, so

I reach for my dagger

Inferior as me,

I go down with the truth

In the eclipse of the moon,

I say goodbye

A razor sharpened dagger, fills my hand

Persist my crime

No antidote, hollowed mind

Persist the time

My foundation is down, a hole in the ground

I posses a knife, a really nice dagger

Stacked in my heart, in the shades of the moon

Leaving this world,

I see a star

Is this the gate of heaven - or is it the gate of hell...