Gentle tears lay upon the concrete near my feet
I'm neither sad nor mad but I'm not okay
Cause today life got harder
I'm standing in the middle of the street
Nothing is moving around me, motion has stopped
I feel like I'm the only one breathing, living, alive
Here i was hoping for an excellent opportunity to die
At least in death I can rest
Maybe in the afterlife they'll be no more suffering
Hypocritically empty words of a sucidist
Foolish enough take their own life
A river of blood travels down the street
Self impaled was the crime turned deed
My eyes barely open blood consumes me like a blanket of redness
I no longer exist anymore
My soul is fading in the motionless world
As I let my last bit of happiness end
I see world in animation
