Chaotic Mind

There are lots of ways to end your life
You can use the rope, the tongue, the knife
Yet,
He chose the tempting blade
To cut his wrist and blood drips
He drowned himself in the vast space
Full of wild imaginations and bad scenes
The pain he felt really sucks
Yet, he chose this twisted path
And now he thinks -
At last, I'm almost dead; I'm almost free
As he felt his soul departing from his body