suicide

Contemplating Suicide


Dreaming of a wasteland with no one there, but only me.
No more emotions to struggle in the future.
A bridge is so cruel
Water is cold
A building too tall
I’m afraid of it all.


What changes people their life.
Is it the blood, or the knife.
Sometimes everything goes well.
And some days, Life is just a tormenting hell.
Dreaming to fall asleep for eternity
I just want to be.


Dreaming of a nightly scene where I can sit by the pond.
Stars glittering like pearls on the water.
The surface lit by the reflection of dim moonlight
It must be a pretty sight.
Wanting to be one with the sea.
Why am I doubting to flee.


Smoking the last cigarette, Ashes falling to the floor.
One sigh.
I’ve had enough.
Bury my inner core.
I don’t want no more.


Water is pouring down.
Soaring like silver bullets trough the sky.
Where is the truth and where is the demise.
Silent raindrops explode in a silver crown.

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Written on 09/12/2004

Gunther V. (Alastor)