I'm sitting here in the dark, with my thoughts as my companion.

My dreadfull, paininflicting companion...

It decives me every chance it gets and every time it does my heart and soul grows weeker.

Grows darker...


And that blade on the counter starts to look real friendly...
The gun in the cabinet seems to call your name...
That cliff you glimt through your window is shining so beautifully in front of the sundown...
You hear the train ruble through town and you wonder when the next one's arriving...
Are the pills in the medicine cabinet enough...?

The dakest of all dark nights is the one that will claim my life.