Homicidal Suicide

We cannot soar and stay on the ground

Killing this silence to mend the night

Alive or dead the skin is peeled

Suicidal jumpers from an insane height

There is no past; nor is there salvation

Who is who, and what the hell for?

Cannot face the day, cards are down

Screaming for more at what’s considered gore

Don’t want to die, but these are the final lies

The last sight is of a leering face

Laughing as another statistic is added

Repentant at the end, knowing not any grace

The body paralyzed; and you are still alive

Life is but a long set game of hiding shame

Dead white birds scream the silent cries

The clock rewinded to tell a final name

Played the game and lost the last hand

They all suffer in the light and clarity

This life in the darkness burns with hatred

Calming words are the sea of sanity

The mirrors and smoke blind one again

A final truth is what is searched for

Dual reality; his mirror is the hope

Never to be found; 10-1 is the final score

The trails gone cold for a restless soul

Homicidal hopeful will put an end to it all

Ones own demise while summoning the dark

Welcome to the lie again as all does fall

This empty room leaving it to bleed

Too late for regrets with one last breath

The wounds stay open all night long

I never knew the beauty I could find in death.