One,Two,Three

I sit here alone;
In a room made of stone;
Where no sound can escape;
I am so alone;
He said to choose one and threw them my way;
In my hand I held a gun and rope;
He said pick one or else;
I pick the gun;

This should be fun;
He leers at me and I frown;
He mouths One, Two,Three and I scream
After all one, two, three and it's done.
I'm dead now and he's alive;
I was a runaway;
With no life to live;
The life I was gifted with;
Was made of hate and rage;

I used to cry myself to sleep;
But one day said;
Hey why cry?;
No one sees the tears;
They have no fears to fear;
While I had the world to fear;
I had the morning to fear;
And the night to fear;
I had to fear my drug adoption parents;
I had to fear the dog that guards the loot;

I ran away and I'm damn proud;
I'm in a place that is not heaven and is not hell;
There's no such thing in heaven;
But sitting in this lovely meadow made of evergreen grass;
And over the hills where the sea rages over the cliff;
I think, what's so bad about this life;
Nothing is wrong and so I died in peace.
I didn't die for you;
And I didn't die for me;
Because the me I was;

I am no longer;
I am a soul;
I am a heart;
I am you;
And I am that;
I am many things;
And then I am nothing;
I'm the whisper in the dark;
I am the encouraging hand to success;
I am the silent figure watching over you;
But not from heaven;
And not from hell.