After This The Other Side - by Erik Smith
The rope pulls
tight
My blood can't flow
It's not alright
Something familiar lacerating my life
It's got to be one more mirage
I can't see through this false montage
Where is this upscale blade
This sharp point so smooth with blood
My brains spill out looks like a flood
My eyes observe from up above
I do not know what's going on
I feel nothing but a warm soft breeze
How are my brains across my knees
Feels like any other time tonight
I don't feel I need to fight
My time has come my life now gone
My heart the same old empty hole
I've always been out in the cold
Deep in death I feel alive
How come I feared this other side
