Salvation: Chapter 1

Heavy rain beat's my weary shoulders,
my body is aching,
from pain of beating,
i'm so sick to these familiar patterns,
and the rain can't wash away these bruises.

Drunken fucker,
who likes to beat me,
when stress of this world is too much to him,
and i scream every time,
as his fist lands on my frail body.

Without knowing,
where to go,
i let my legs to walk,
while i hug my body,
and try to stop the tears from falling,
this rainy night,
in symbiosis with my mind.

Hate is strong,
fear is stronger,
and misery outlines them both,
my mind is empty,
exept for one question,
which haunt's me everyday,
"What have i done,
to deserve all of this?"

I look at the reflection of myself,
on the window of a shop,
my eyes are in deep in their sockets,
and they are red of tiredness,
and of all the weeping,
the corner of my mouth is bleeding,
but it's quickly washed away by the cold rain.

I continue my walk,
and i grab a tighter hold of the jacket,
hoping it'll just make me disappear from the face of this world,
but i'm not lucky enough to get such salvation,
so from the trash can,
i pick the rusty knife,
and take it with me.

Into a alley,
i wander,
the salvation i want,
is not so far behind,
i will leave this life behind,
and i will not regret.

Rusty edge pierces my skin,
and oh the pain,
but soon i will not feel a thing,
and as the red lifeforce pours out of the wound,
i thank god for death,
as i fall to my side,
and as my vision blurs,
the soft rain calms me,
while i leap to the darkness...