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
Gibsy2, man, 37 jaar
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