The night it began, the moon was blood red.
That night just one question, ran through my head...
If they say lifes so easy
Why so many suicides...
An icy scupture
Im wilted by the scorching heat...
This is dedicated to Danae Dupuis who died not...
R.i.p Danae...
My friend killed herself
Im trying to get through...
A single tear
Rolls down his cheek...
Her eyes are swollen,
shes hardly breathing...
As I began by my
sister being awoken...
Bird's crying
roes dieing...
My friend ended it all that night
I fell with sadness...
Laying peacefully on this filthy ground
I hold my breath, not making a sound...
You backstabbing b*tch
there you go with my brother wanting to know him...