My Crawling Grasp
As I crawled across the cold, sticky floor
I cried out for your help.
I shouted out my hidden despairs.
My lonely desires sprawled out in front of me.
Nowhere should I be.
I let things go
What should have been said?
What was to be done will never be
As night fades away to the rosy dawn
Fear
Sorrow
Darkness
What is it all
What does this mean to you?
Are you the one
Or do I need to look harder?
Is end here now?
Oh how I love you so.
The purity.
The warmth.
The gentle touch.
Oh lord save me now.
Oh holy savior rescue my soul
Mend my mortally wounded heart
Or watch it as it withers and dies.
Is this my end?
Let us pray.
Suicide Songs
A smile, unseen yet so beautiful,
Words kept silent, flow from a saddened heart
To fill the world with bliss
Laughter ringing, like bells in the wind,
Sound carrying softly on the breeze
Tears of joy roll down a saddened face
To the ground, only wiped away by a smiling hand,
The darkness inside withers away, to nothingness
Light envelops all as a hand comes out of the Murk.
All is right in this place of hearts. All is kind.
Silent waves of hatred flow through this solemn soul
As it says its desperate song…
“A knife in hand…thoughts gone wrong
Down it comes…slicing through skin…
Slowly blood comes through….dripping down,
Flowing from a wound created by another,
Pain, unvoiced, tears unshed….things left
To wither and die. Things left, how sad it is.”
…Was this the end?
Was that song the ultimate release of pain?
Nay my dear lords and ladies.
As I crawled across the cold, sticky floor
I cried out for your help.
I shouted out my hidden despairs.
My lonely desires sprawled out in front of me.
Nowhere should I be.
I let things go
What should have been said?
What was to be done will never be
As night fades away to the rosy dawn
Fear
Sorrow
Darkness
What is it all
What does this mean to you?
Are you the one
Or do I need to look harder?
Is end here now?
Oh how I love you so.
The purity.
The warmth.
The gentle touch.
Oh lord save me now.
Oh holy savior rescue my soul
Mend my mortally wounded heart
Or watch it as it withers and dies.
Is this my end?
Let us pray.
Suicide Songs
A smile, unseen yet so beautiful,
Words kept silent, flow from a saddened heart
To fill the world with bliss
Laughter ringing, like bells in the wind,
Sound carrying softly on the breeze
Tears of joy roll down a saddened face
To the ground, only wiped away by a smiling hand,
The darkness inside withers away, to nothingness
Light envelops all as a hand comes out of the Murk.
All is right in this place of hearts. All is kind.
Silent waves of hatred flow through this solemn soul
As it says its desperate song…
“A knife in hand…thoughts gone wrong
Down it comes…slicing through skin…
Slowly blood comes through….dripping down,
Flowing from a wound created by another,
Pain, unvoiced, tears unshed….things left
To wither and die. Things left, how sad it is.”
…Was this the end?
Was that song the ultimate release of pain?
Nay my dear lords and ladies.
