Visions blurred like the cutting of fresh onions,
Eyes turn black as coal,
Poison runs through the veins like a venomous snake bite,
A care for the world is no longer ...
A person with a soul,
But for that soul is lost,
Left wondering in a world of confusion,
Should I leave behind what has always been there to relieve my pain,
One who is crazy might just be more sane ...
Death is close as if you were to reach out you could touch it,
What now is merely a living corpse and all that appears ahead is a white horse,
For they have dug themselves a shallow grave ...
Toxins leave the body paralyzed,
Now in a state of exile,
The lives of many have been dethroned,
As now all they are is a walking tombstone!