too late

The bell tolls

The moon high in the sky

The fog is lifting

To see my figure 

Strung high in the air

Loosely hanging there

Losing life or will

To move on from the past

Holding myself back

Using this leash as a noose

And ending my own life

Before it has even begun.

I don't even know myself anymore

The form that hangs there is black

Without any features

To help describe who I am

Compared to another

For I see nothing in myself

What is there to see?

Why can't I see me

When I look into the mirror

But someone else

Who likes his lips

Hungry to get out of the cage

That I have imprisoned him in

That demon we all fight off

But I have let him in

Out of the feeling of loneliness

Longing for a friend

But in the end finding only one

And that being death.

He frees me

From this earthly bond

He frees me

And lets me go beyond my limits

Escaping Hell itself

For Hell isn't when we die

But when we are living

For we struggle each day

In hopes of dying into peaceful arms

But is it worth the stress

Of daily life

And dealing with those who are

Unable to control themselves

From outcasting yourself

When you just want to fit in.

So that is it

I am gone

Into the sky

Hanging from the tree of life

For life killed me in the end.