Without a Sound

Spitting my name, I see no more your quick victory to fame while I hit the floor. And I realize I'm dying, since I can't feel myself living. So, I reach for the light, as I head towards the door. Turning towards darkness, voices call for my name Back to the light, I see no shame. While fighting the struggle, I feel no pain, it's so simple. The bottle sits there, without anyone around, you could just take them all, without a sound. swallow them whole, without anything to wash them down. Then, you could die, without a sound.