The Hanging Of The Lost Soul

Many times after I weep
my mind begins to creep,
Thinking of pain
Racking my brain
Just to remember your face
I need time to rebrace
Trying to figure out my fate
Trying,What is the date.

Walking in the front door
Wishing I could do much more
Gazing into my lost one's eyes
Begging just for one last try
Seeing all the pain been done
maybe they shant have been gone.

Dreaming the dreams a dreamer dreams
Screaming the screams a screamer screams,
Trying to see why they used the rope
Wishing they could have seen their hope
Turning away from the saddened face
no makeup,nothing but just his awful face.

Confusion,
Depression
my life shall never be the same.

R.I.P.
Seth Schaetzle
Friday,October 14,2005
(suicidal)