Guttered Candles
Now it is time to say good-bye
As darkness drains the eternal light
Ice freezes all
It is time for an endless winter night
Sing sad songs to ease the sorrow
Wishing there was happiness to borrow
Empty thoughts fill your head
Dying, crying, but never among the dead
Too dark to be living, breathing.
But too light to give up hope
Suicide consumes all thoughts in time
Now it is time for you to do the same
The spirit cries, the mind dies
Why won't you, can't you, die?
Give up hope
The spirits come
Let your soul part
With body disintegrating
To the being of insanity
A sick twisted thought fills his mind
Grabbing a knife and coming for you he asks
Can you play?
Only in your death will be
The break of spring's first day.
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