Don't try to rid yourself of the pain you've taken on,
remember that you'll still have my love
when all is said and done.
I know the feeling...
when the serrated executioner
gleams silver so grimly above
To trace your sins and sorrows
And let out the angry red tears
of yesterday and tomorrow
Bottled inside throughout the years,
And accumulated until this moment.
Still letting the pools of liquid guilt
Trickle and spill into the crimson lake of self-loathing that you've filled
Upon the white tile floor
Stained now with your crimson regrets,
That shone so innocently before,
It is no longer as cold and
perfectly angel white
As the empty body you once occupied.
and i know how it goes...
so don’t even think that
you are too overwhelmed,
And that the permanent sleep
Granted by a small purple dream
Can be your heaven on this earth that is hell.
Taking all the past wishes and moments
Protected by this plastic white sanity,
Swallowing each one whole,
A sip of clear water to let them down easily.
The container now cap less and empty of soul,
Like the eyes that were once so bright green,
The weight of memories lower your lids
So that you can finally have the rest
taken from you in a hated life
and given back by the longed for bliss of
a muted absense of passion and strife.
I love you more than you'll never know;
but when i told you that it was okay, you knew i lied.
so please just do this one thing for me...
don't fall for beautiful suicide.
