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...
Days could never end when you were around,
Even music, such a joy, could not make a sound...