pure suicide

clear morning view
and a sober sky
clean room
all seems so perfect

seeking for guidance
watching the stars

fresh air
blood stares
like a pure heart
this image of the day breaks apart

screaming my lungs out
hating everything in my way
my eyes turn red
nothing could save my day

not even the sweetest words
not even the big things
just chaos in my head
raging through life with hate and death

everything seems so fine
but my happiness declines
this pureness is too much

find me bleeding in the rain
outside crying in vain
with my heart in my hand
and my soul demands suicide


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