Rain
pours down...
Tears of the dead
crys of the lost...
All I hear is this clock ticking in my head so...
The blackening grip of death rips our loved ones...
notice it rains on funeral...
You know who you all are:
i know i'm being a hypocrite...
Donn have pass how it is time to died how you will...
This dried out pen
and this wet paper...
Upon deep investigation into my mind
I had fallen upon a discovery, one I tried to hide...
As I stood on the white cliffs,
Staring at the endless sea...
I hate that day
it a day i will never forget...
I'm sick of this life,
I might off myself tonight...
Disappearing in to the wilderness
Floating through the night sky...