28 August 2012
A hand, A knife, The end of life.
About, To plunge, To take the lunge.
Sick, Reeling, Horrible feeling.
Knowing, You'll die, And wondering why.
Crying, Screaming, You must be dreaming.
What, Did you Ever do?
No riches, Love, or good health, Will stop the betrayal, Of yourself. By yourself.
Self-Betrayal • Opuss № I