My Darkest Hour

My darkest hour in the night
Looking in smudgy tears with fright
A deep bleeding gash at the wrist
To this there is no twist

THIS IS MY DARKEST HOUR...

Walking all alone in some foggy rain
Nothing from this sight to gain
Only to trip, to slip and fall
Hearing people shout "this is your last call!"

THIS IS MY DARKEST HOUR...

A smooth cold shiny silver blade
It comes and knocks down the door to invade
I shout and scream for it to leave
But it always wins and ends up under my sleeve

THIS IS MY DARKEST HOUR...

The water smooth and clear as crystal
But this sight is unofficial
No one knows what really goes on
Behind the woods of this seemingly sweet pond

THIS IS MY FINAL HOUR...