A/N: Another random rant and angst, read and review as you please.

The Call Of Death.

Those crazy thoughts raced through my mind,

Fucked up thoughts of the knife across my skin,

Wild dreams about having jumped down the building,

Secret thoughts of getting banged by a car

One that I would never wake up from

I see flowers and tears,

People bowing to me,

I see people come and go,

Tears flowing like never before

Why can’t anyone see me?

I see a stone,

Carved with my name,

The date is exactly today,

Where am I?