Soft words whispered into the night
floating away in the breeze of reality
so far from the blissful light
Blood is falling
as the hills are burning
hearts breaking all to quiet to be heard
the screams so silent without a mouse that stir's
Dear Jesus he's gone,
the cuts on his wrist
sewn together and stitched
but the gun
left his life done
the smell of burning flesh stains the days
the mountains gone,when a child burns in flames
dear suicide,
I remember you dearly,
I'm the young mans conscience,
that tried correcting him so sincerely
But the razor blade resisted,
To the best of its ability
the pills they betrayed me
before the gun shot so loudly
Piercing the hole
from when he placed the gun into his mouth
The clouds they cry from him in the tiring rain
Mother nature's disgrace,
When Mr. suicides to blame
I'm your coincidence your deep end soul
I've been there before love,but that you wont know,
Things will get better,you'll see,
but yet gods book of destiny
incomplete.
wrote in blood the blood that soaked him
head to feet,
I'm your conscience love,
that floats upon the cemetery,
where the roses where placed in your beloved memory.
She cried in more then mother natures pain
your one beloved soul mate,was still in need
still in love,yet float above you with gods book on my knee's
looking over,the love that was suppose to be.

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