The burning suicide

As i see the past
it was meant to be that
as i see the future in front of me
there might not be one

my life had been holding onto a dream
that will never be real
as I'm standing between the flames
I've tried to forget his name

lead by the light i follow destiny
seeing memories burning their time
cough up in the moment
I've let the heat showing blood the way

my eyes closed
watching thoughts disappear
you'll know when and why
I've decided this

now darkness revealed
only scars are left
sorry for how it went
sorry the bad had come

Marie-Helene
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