Bloody Suicide
A cold dark force of PAIN devours,
His soul, his life, his final hours.
Death awaits at the end he knows,
But this strange understanding; Nowhere to go.
Hiding beneath stars, a cold dark void.
The existence of nothing-- abandoned little boy.
Crying for assistance. No one hears.
Too busy to notice the cold dark tears.
Awaiting a spark of light in his life,
he hides his PAIN, with the beauty of a knife.
Crying, Writing, Screaming, he tears,
Open his heart, if only someone was there.
A bright white room, enclosed all around,
he lies in the center of the cold dark ground.
Heaven or Hell? It seems simple to decide.
But what is the outcome, A BLOODY SUICIDE??
His soul, his life, his final hours.
Death awaits at the end he knows,
But this strange understanding; Nowhere to go.
Hiding beneath stars, a cold dark void.
The existence of nothing-- abandoned little boy.
Crying for assistance. No one hears.
Too busy to notice the cold dark tears.
Awaiting a spark of light in his life,
he hides his PAIN, with the beauty of a knife.
Crying, Writing, Screaming, he tears,
Open his heart, if only someone was there.
A bright white room, enclosed all around,
he lies in the center of the cold dark ground.
Heaven or Hell? It seems simple to decide.
But what is the outcome, A BLOODY SUICIDE??
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