Felo-De-Se Dream

I just drank a fifth of vodka A lot on my mind I start crying But not because I'm sad or scared It just feels like I'm supposed to Razor blade in my hand Ready to cut my flesh First I slit my neck Then both wrists See the blood drip Feel it running down my skin Hear it hit the floor Smells great One taste & reality hits Blood is gone No cuts Or tears A voice says, "This is your future" Then I wake up