Pain is no game

The pain on the skin
Slowly fades away
But the pain thats within
Is there to stay

The scars on the surface
May seem to fade
But feelings in a furnace
In the heart they've laid

Burning deep inside
Till they turn to coal
Emotions hard to hide
Concealed in the soul

The tears flow.
Weighted with feelings,
Every drop so pure
Escaped emotions, face aglow,
But not the final cure.

The longing and desire
To see a flood
Overflowing Crimson River
Silky ribbons of blood.

Visions in the darkness
A darkened dream
Of outlines so lifeless
A long silent scream

You see the still body
Lying lifeless on the ground
Rigid, cold and face pale
Lips utter no sound

Enthralled by the sight
Of yourself, robbed of life
Vision giving no fright,
Of the hand with the knife.

Cloaked figure at large
Every suicide, his murder
Over minds he takes charge
Then no notion is further

After every whim of hope
Light snatched from your day
No longer able to cope
A death-wish when you pray.

The heart and mind
No longer pursue
And there seems
No need to strive
When death seems
The only way through
You've let pain take over your life.