Master
I called your name an you didn’t answer
Master
I held your hand and only fell faster
Master
I cried alone as love lost its luster
Master
Is what I called a soldier of disaster
Blaspheme
His name I wouldn’t care to whisper
Blaspheme
Like a snake his shadow slithers
Blaspheme
Well within my heart and mind
Blaspheme
Reconciliation I’ve yet to find
Crashing
Tires screaching and vehicles haulting
Scratching
On the glass and never escaping
Latching
Onto a reality that is only fleeting
Crashing
Back to earth and never concealing
The scars
The scars
The scars aren’t healing
I don’t know what it is in feeling
Deaths sweet kiss just missed my lips
And his fingertips just grazed my hips
I found a home in the reapers eyes
And was left to lead half a life
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No matter what you may be feeling, I’m so happy that you survived. Split second death experiences alter our entire perception of life. Things are never the same, like you said: “I found a home in the reapers eyes And was left to lead half a life.” Maybe that’s the real reason why so many people who attempt suicide eventually go back and finish the job. But trust me on this: you’re different.
Hey, long time no see. How have you been?
Sorry for the shitty greeting, I am far less than sober right now.