Do you mourn the loss of a thing forgotten?

Life is pain, Death is freedom

Suicide is imminent, yet unknown is the meaning.

Alone I stare into the void, the dark abyss that is me. Alone I stare into the void, what a perfect ending.

To Whom It May Concern:

I pour my soul out here for you to see, sorrow revealed in crimson ink.

Saving my tears in a bottle,
To be immortally unheard,
Yet alive.
This one will be buried in my heart. Hear its eternal echo.

Immortal cries echo wards to eternity.

Laughter echos forever in the black hole of my heart.

And so I sit, clutching my metallic redemption, as I wait to spread my crimson wings and fly to freedom.

Pain and life walk together through the valley of death and blood.