Waking in the morning, affected by your sleep, Your vision is blurred, you can't feel your feet. Your body is cold, you don't feel quite right, You cannot what happened during the - night You get off the floor- trying to stand, it is so hard. Your circulation, seems to have stopped, what's going on? You feel your way- to wash your face- It takes forever On the way you fall down, straight onto something wet. It smells like blood, a smell you can never forget. You stand up again- you're nearly there But you cannot see- or feel your legs But you know you are close- living there all these years But now you enter, the room you seek Hoping that water will help you see You stumble across the room. The effort has left you weak. You search blindly and finally turn the faucets on, Underneath you hold your hands, Then splash it on your face Panic flows within- something's not right. You can only see from one eye- You think that's because there's just one. You turn around to find the mirror on the wall, The reflection makes you retch, "What the- fuck is Going - on here?" You scream. Then a memory from the night before Makes you look down at the gun on the floor Standing there with half a head You wonder why you just didn't stay dead.