Suicide Is Suicide, Silent, Peace and Bright
I remember the field and the wide, wide grass,
the iced earth which drawed a line,
I saw the sun rising there.
A dream, that you'd be mine?
I remember every painful second of that time
when the beams hit the drops of the rain.
Acually it is just science
but science knows no pain.
I remember the picure of the sun rising there,
that made me feel so alone.
That's the moment when I realized,
that everything's bad what I've done.
And how crazy it is to be addicted to think
every three seconds of your life again,
I always replay situations in my head,
situations, which caused this pain.
I have no dreams and no fairly tails,
which I wish to come finally true,
all my dreams are about is suicide,
death, the knife and you.
I've never seen the sun rising an that place,
all the glass and cold dark walls,
there are only shadows and no hope,
it takes the love of our souls!
That picure especially makes me think about,
silent, peaceful, my own suicide,
there are a thousand ways to commit suicide,
to leave all the pain and get to the bright.
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