HinnaStar

This pain I feel inside,It comes from no wounds.This pain I feel I've died,Don't leave me in this room...I am surrounded by the walls-And my cage grows tighter.I pick up cigarettes and crawl,As I search for my lighter.Holding flames that I cup,In these hands so bitter.I take that first of puffs;With a swill of liquor. I have sunk to the bottom. I'm dreaming of the moment I- Will break the surface and see the sun. But sadly I am done... So let's go play with the gun! Click-click, click-click And load, just pull the trigger! Click-click, click-click, And load, let the gun smoke linger!- Word of Chen, 13th May 2014