Tear stung eyes
Laying in bed
Why am I alive?
Shouldn't I be dead?
All these strange dark thoughts
Roaming around in my head
I'm blaming myself
Should be blaming the world instead
In a moment i see red
I don't know why  people said
What they just said
Isn't death how the body and soul wed?
This realisation has to the truth lead
That happiness was indeed just a brief episode in the general drama of pain
I wonder though when this drama comes to an end