Psykosis
johnny 6 feet
I watch the monitor fluxtuate in a series of beeps
each one could mark the start of my eternal sleep
the doctors called it 'liver failure', i had myself to blame
alcohol played my saviour, my health is shamed
I hit the deck with a bottle of whisky in my hand
The same, every other night, thing, too pissed to stand
I came to in the ambulance in a kind of trance
Tunnel vision, mental inhibition, unstable stance
I vomit blood in a sudden jerk, my vision goes cloudy
Blackness edges back in, slithers around me
Now, in the hospital 3 days later, thinking of life
And the wrongs paths to take, and drinking to die
Readjusted decisions could've turned his favour
Been worth his labour, could've earned his saviour
The heart falters, an overwhelming sense of drowsiness
Time seems to slow, my vision becomes cloudy as best
And with my last breath, the signal the monitor's giving me
Becomes a constant sound stretched out into infinity
He'd made the snap decision to poison his depression
Like the final note, his choice killed him in the flash of a second
the beginning of the end Dissolution of my head
burdon on my mind a place where doctors fear to tread
colours dim and fade reality gets replaced
reflect back on life a trip through time and space
watching the l.e.d revealing the full extent
my motor functions wain and right is becoming left
brain slow to react, the pressure unbearable
thought process gone everybodies standing still
I rest my head surrounded by dull and lifeless walls
heart rate slowly falls then finally it stalls
breathing lost life through brutal resusitation
layin aware of returning back to creation
no emotion remaining nothing keeps me alive
the slow decline of a mans hapless life
sounds have all but gone and left with a dull hum
blips and beeps is what laughter has become
this souless body slowly leaves for a eternal plane
the pressure from my brain has gone, no more pain
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