A full moon on a stagnant Spring night,
A rush of cold air shoved down my spine.
A breath of destructive whispers,
Making its way down my throat.
To destroy it must carry out,
To rip the throat to shreds of flesh.
To choke, to suffocate, to see but not speak.
I am but a mute in a fully functional, listless world.
And you come home with glassy eyes,
Begging yourself that you're alright.
Living a mystery and living a lie,
Hurting yourself so that you'll live just fine.
My eyes shed tears for the flesh you occupy,
This decrepit mess of remnants of a man.
I see him gone, I see me following.
Yet not in the same way.
I will never stray to a corner such as that,
But thrive on the acceptance of death.
I will thrive on that.
Give me anything to take me in,
A metallic embrace of a gun or a pin.
I can feel the madness seeping right in,
To the veins, to the heart, to the sobbing within.
Give me strength, for I have none
For this war that's just begun
I take a noose too far, too long
And cut it so that it belongs,
In a tight hold around my neck
To change my life in just one step
And the dreaded life before my eyes,
Would vanquish the doubt kept inside.
The tears blur what I hold dear,
This life I see starts to dissappear.
I know what I do, for I am the one,
In charge of my life, being my own sun.
Lighting the way to life,
And closing the way to death.
I will forever live,
In the closure of my own mind.