The face of scars and hate,
stare me in the face.
Stuck with no way out,
approaches at a mild pace.
I stand there staring down the hall,
Hoping, crawling falling away,
out of this world, out of this place.
Nothing to stop this world from, digging my eternal resting place.
The dirt surrounds my coffin,
and I remember, What I left,
And what I did.
But I did nothing with my life,
To leave a special mark,
But the blood on my old wood floor,
Is mark enough.
Enough for my loved ones,
to remember me?
Who I was and what I did.
Should I care, stop,
or move into the light?
Well I think I'll go for now,
Maybe someday be back,
But until that day,
Remember me in your own way.