Thoughts of Suicide
Like the putrid souls of a thousand men
They walk among us now and then
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Thoughts Of Suicide
Thoughts of Suicide
Like the putrid souls of a thousand men
They walk among us now and then
They drift along, with out a sound
Creeping into your mind till your deepest, darkest secrets are found
They won’t stop until they completely corrupt your mind
Their cruelty is of the worse kind
There is no way to protect your self
From a certain doom in your own hell
They have existed for centuries yet no one knows why
They attack even the nicest people and force them to die
They have no hearts and never breathe
For they are not something you can see
You may seek to destroy an evil being, but you will only find
That man’s greatest enemy is but his own mind