Bite the bullet. Ingest the pill. Another day with a lack of free will. My spirit leaves my body leaving none but an empty shell. A subtle gesture. A cry for help. An admittance of f*cking weakness to the pain that I felt. Paint your pictures in my head. Near the end. Cold and numb. Eat the barrel and stare at a silhouette. Light around me turning black and red. Air stiffens as I beg for death. No emotion, No shame. Bury me in the dirt I've come to be and let reality sweep through me. A subtle gesture. I'm but a slave to the sands of time. Trip of the finger, I can seal the f*cking deal. Seal the f*cking deal.