Suicide Stalker

I hear the rain pouring in my head, and the constant lyrics speaking of regret. A sudden feeling of guilt overwhelms, and I am forced to remember all that I myself am sorry for. Visions and images flash through my head, and I push and shove them all away. I refuse to apologize and make right what I have done wrong, no matter how sorry I am. Is this proof of my hypocritical lifestyle? Dead and burning I would like to be, instead of hurting all those around me. But it seems I have suffered deep inside this twisted mind of mine. No escape, no escape. Schizophrenia revolts and retains the matter in my breath.