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To sleep a night without dreams

A night of nothing, sleep alone,

Where life doesn’t echo, in dreams shallow

And I don’t dream of those I wish to

A sleep without pain, and loss

A sleep of end, of nothing,

Lye me down, the metal take me

Let me sleep, and blood not wake me

Living life, a white dream lie,

Watching as others pass on by,

Drifting in the cold black ether,

Not awake, not asleep, not either,

Across the earth people do roam,

But in the end, all die alone,

We work and build, but all for naught,

When we die, were just a sad thought,

Darkness comes, consumes us all,

But early do some men fall,

Into the darkest night,

Whilst still they live in the light,

When I was young I had much better days,

Days where I could run and play,

Days where I had not a care,

Now I’m older, I’m “wiser” now,

The days without joy,

I have responsibility now,

The joy of my past,

The sorrow of my future,

I’m not who I am,

The spark of life has left my eye,

The sorrow and pain shine through,

My body shows the signs,

The pain I hold within,

I’m 17 now, and not so much older,

I’m 17 now, forever ... nevermore,

He died young, sad in many ways,

He was just 17; he had much better days,

Days where he laughed and played,

Days now lost, as memories now fade,

A sad day, in eternity now alone,

Sadly now he drifts away, to death, to home

Is this the night I bleed myself dry,

Is this the night I finally die,

To walk a path yet not walked,

Leave behind a life of thought,

To end the pain, my grief, my sorrow,

To end all feelings, and have no morrow?

Suicide I



Dark Heart, Dark Thought,

Loss and pain, Life’s retaught,

Silver Flash, Crimson Flow,

Slightest pain, Life’s last blow



Suicide II



Crimson Blade,

A red parade,

Eternity weeps,

In darkness now he sleeps



Suicide III



Shining Blade, Relief of pain,

Crimson Flow, My life I disdain,

I want an end, Release of life,

A silent end, A stop to strife



Suicide IIII



Crimson nights,

Midnight days,

The ravens lost,

In deaths cold gaze

The child wonders alone on his path

The darkness surrounding

The light of friendship shines through the dark

To illuminate his steps in the darkest cold

But the light is a match, without shelter in a breeze

Quick to flicker, dance and fade

Alone again, he walks his path

The few match sticks left, he now forgotten by flame

Till finally he cannot continue

On the path most lonely

He sinks to his knees, then slides to his side

And lays there in silence, as mentally he dies

And none morn his passing

Just another space missing

Forgotten by the flame, He mentally dies