Suicide is the art of dying and killing
An escaped attempted at life and what we call living
Breath is canceled out and life is anything, but wanted or needed
Lets cease to exist
End within bitter bliss
Body bags filled with regret
Our hands cover what we thought were our faces
But emptiness replaces
Scars remain and regain ground in a battle that ended before it was conceived
What a beautiful rose your love placed on your casket
Too bad you'll never have the chance to see it
Your love is crying out your name in pain
Too bad you'll never be around to hear her
Lets cease to exist
End within bitter bliss
Too busy plotting the end to think of the ones that would be left to question
What they ever did to make you want to take the fall and end it all
The same hand that took your life is stealing everyone else's
Too much to lose, not enough to grasp on to what matters
A son, a father
A mother, a daughter
Just another life for the slaughter.
