Shot In The Head

The end of story
Pale memories slowly fading away
Turned into burnt glory
Never written, never born

In this world of darkness
Pages are empty inside
Phone lies in silence
No bitter tear to wet my eyes

Nothing left inside
Just a door to evanescence
For the purity of the last sense

I turned into the beast
Living in the dark
World of my own dreams
Within black stone heart

I’ve lost this game
Kill me now
Shoot right in the head
Write this bitter end
I’m out of it all

My heart went cold
Nothing left at all
No bitter smile or crying hope
Give a shot and feast on it all