Ashes
Were it that you showed me,
I would have no complaint.
But it has been weeks without,
A kind touch, a gentle kiss.
I feel nothing from you,
My heart is burning for you,
But you always turn away from my light.
My heart burns within itself,
And turns to embers.
The embers cool into ash,
And when I show them to you,
You push them away,
And they scatter into the wind.
I sob and try to gather the ashes,
But they are gone,
And so am I.
Suicide is Painless:
Go ahead, jump, you won't feel anything.
No more crying.
No more pain.
Swallow the pills, it'll be fun, just a long nap.
No more broken heart.
No more hopes crushed.
Others might shed some tears, but you won't hear the sobs.
No more sorrow.
No more depression.
Pull the trigger, you won't hear the ricochet.
No more failure.
No more disappointment.
Problems won't matter anymore.
No more burdens.
No more stress.
You have the choice to end it now.
No more love.
No more hope.
You never will get a second chance at life.
No more dreams.
No more happiness.
You can't take anyone along.
No more hugs.
No more holding.
It'll be utterly silent, no one listens.
No more music.
No more laughing.
People forget the dead.
No more you.
No more You.
Suicide is painless, but only for a moment.
Afterward the effects come, but not for you.
Im just asleep
And now I close my tear stained eyes,As I sit on stone cold throne,
Never to sleep,
Always alone,
I weep and weep,
But no one hears,
My tearful sorrow,
My greatest fears,
The throne is cold,
but its mine alone,
my soul I sold,
for a golden throne.
But gold is cold,
It has no life,
Its good for a throne,
But bad for a wife.
Your painful wails,
It will not hear,
Its only good,
Is for the throne that is near.
But that wont replace,
a broken heart,
a sad disgrace,
or time apart.
My sight grows bad,
But I do not fear death,
It may sound sad,
but I need a rest.
Days on end,
Ive gone without sleep,
With my dagger I make,
My lifes blood seep.
Leave me oh life,
Oh let me die,
End my strife,
With this final sigh.
Perhaps
Love is perhaps like a rose