Sweet Suicide

A blackened sun in a purple sky,
Oh how I wish that I could fly.
Fly high in the sky with the wind whistling lullabies,
Sing me fast to sleep beautiful gold butterflies.
Silver trees are far below with high branches and twisted roots,
Tiny beings from so high up creating massacre and disputes.

There are no worries in these crystal clouds,
Looking down from these magnificent shrouds.
Floating around in pure oblivion,
Enjoying the void times a billion.

Alone is all I've felt,
I captured it for a unique place such a this.
For the rest of the world I will not miss.

No more scars, no more hurt.
No more getting thrown down in the dirt.

See in my world, come fly with me in my purple sky.
Come experience the love and nothingness, in a sweet suicide.