The thoughts running in my head
hold the image of my death.
I have not more will
I want to stiff and still.
Numb from you and this life
Numb from the wrongs that seem right.
chaos is my mother
Agony my Dad.
When I think about my life.
I realize it's all been sad.
I fold my wings and hold my blade,
Knowing I will never again kiss the dawning day.
My colours shine only dim,
And my faith has worn so thin.
I give up
I give in
To the thoughts that play within.
I slice the skin one more time,
And watch the thickening crimson line.
I lay myself in my tub,
close my eyes as life goes numb.
No one will remember the pained butterfly
Who was away her sadness with suicide.
