Tears of the dead
crys of the lost...
I'm sick of this life,
I might off myself tonight...
Death consumes the mind
as fear decays what is left inside...
Was there any doubt when you grabbed that blade,
Was there a second thought before you slid it...
She grabs a pen
And writes a letter of affliction...
It was really very easy,
Not at all like I thought...
Remember that girl?
She used to sit over there...
How could you ask me to make such a choice?
With pleading eyes and a broken voice...
I think about death a lot,
I think of what it would be...
He Was Quiet
He Was Tired...
Empty room, silence kills
Broken smile, violent chills...
Through the sunshine,
so bright...