"A Day in the Life"

Spiraling, spiraling, down that all too familiar path
Holding in my hands, tools of torture, a knife
As I lie in pain and anguish, I fall
Into the bowels of darkness and the black dead of life
I'm drowning it seems, in my past memories
Gasping to breathe but still wishing to die
All my hopes and dreams, only travesties, and they wash away
Falling down further, and remembering those who never heard goodbye
Though I wish to be dead, my punishment is to see more
Then the memories come and flood me with pain
I see myself as a child, no more I implore
Strength and hope from soul begin to drain
And I live this way each and every day
Whether to die now, or wait to fly away.