Forgotten Suicide.
Rip out my heart...

Now I am standing all-alone,
No one wanting to be near...

As I look up at the night sky,
My heart is skipping all along...

As I sit there in the darkness,
Upon this bed of thorns...

His face is bloodied,
It’s bruised and battered...

Count the minutes,
Count the hours...

Standing still as stone,
Looking into cold, hard surface...

Wonders behold, look to the mirror,
Controlled by a machine...

I wonder if anyone notices,
The scares are all still hidden...

Mysteries behold,
As the small boy runs...

Written at the cross section,
The words that make no sense...

Hatred written over the faces of the mass,
Watching the block of wood as up comes the...