For those who have passed on.
a boy stands alone amongst all he’s ever known
Tis naught but pain and suffering
No matter how he tried to escape
He here’s the voices call
Screaming for him to end it all
He regains his sanity too late
Already markéd are his arms and legs
With the scars of a thousand cuts
To the world he is now a freak
To himself he is alone
He pleads “kill me. Please kill me. End my suffering please…”
But no one will oblige him
He finds himself holding a gun and gets down on his knees
Aim the barrel, count one two three
Pull the trigger and lights […]