I have always been afraid of death but,
I find inner peace when it comes to sleep,
When it comes to death my feelings are shut,
Just as if i try to be the black sheep.
When I wake all I hear is just silence,
But the loud beat of your heart is so sweet,
A sound almost comparing to a siren,
Without you I'd be very incomplete.
The day you left all I thought was death,
I can't get that siren out of my head,
I will utter your name as my last breath,
Now suicide won't get out of my head.
As I hung high above my kitchen floor
My soul was left sobbing, completely sore.
I am pretty much your average, awkward friend that can relate to pretty much anything you can talk about.