Death swiftly approaches,

The voices scream out to me,

Heat of Fire brushes against my face,

No Individual Freedom.

I am turbulent.

Wanting to hurt myself.

No kill myself.

Slashing my wrist would be too easy.

Everything is dead.

Black surrounds me.

If you turn on a light to find me,

You'll find me all right.

Find me wiht a gun in my hand.

Pointed at me? Pointed at you?

Don't test your luck.

Find me with a knife.

Threat for me? Threat for you?

Don't test your luck.

I am hated by many.

Liked by few.

Loved by one.

Don't test your luck.

For I am fearless, so,

Don't test your luck.