Please. . .
Take the bottle...
A curious little girl
she picked up a shiny new toy...
I wish I could take your pain away
losing is never fun...
Run.
The door is open...
Thoughts torment the mind,
it even does one final parting curse...
A single silent violin
shimmering on that breezy night...
I was nodding my head to the song they sing
My friend was here too each with a bottle of drink...
The black ravens follow me,
whistling along with his verses...
If the death note is what is found,
Then what is truly gone...
I feel so numb
so hollow...
22 is way too young
Your life was just getting started...
Squeals and cries are echoing,
But it's vanishing in this unpleasant creation...