As the blood drips,
I cry and the scars of death are left behind.
With nowhere to go,
Tears fall and the blood keeps dripping,
More,
And more.
In a room,
With only one thing other than me,
What will I do?
What is it?
That is the question you ask.
All I say is its death itself,
One move and I'm dead.
Today I have all the life I need,
But tomorrow,
I might have none.
Now the question is,
Will I feel the wrath of hell?
Or,
Will I live forever in heaven?
It's my choice ,
Let me decide,
And what I decide is up to me.
I will know cuz once I die it's up to the way I died.
If I made the move,
That one simple move,
I will go to hell.
But if I died of suicide you know where I will go,
But if not,
I might go to the same place because I lied right to gods face.
So now I know where I will go,
Now the choice is up to you.
Heaven or hell,
It's your turn to descide.