The End
The end is drawing nearer I see the white bright light I see it drawing nearer my end is in its sight. I see the heavenly angels and the pearly gates.
I’m there upon their doorstep in this bright white light I hate. They see the cuts upon my wrist their repulsed by what they see. They say that I’m not welcome here because of things they’ve seen.
They push me straight back down to earth to where it all begun.
So now I’m lying in my bed the blood is all around I slowly close my heavy eyes my heaven I have found.
Written By
Sam Blain – 1/8/2008