Ash
What is this existence that you call 'living'?
Deep within the hell of my heart, I search for it
But only to find questions that linger
I am a self destructive demon,
Who understands me?
For even loved ones scatter into the wind like the ashes
Please, come with me, you, and you too
Let's bleed out the reason to live,
Because even if it was engraved on the palm of my hand,
I wouldn't even try to seek this so called "Life",
So that I can't live.
Even if the clock spun backwards,
Not a single thing could be changed,
So let's put an end to this,
Let's bleed on the ashes of attempted suicide,
Where the proof lies now, very still at the bottom of the burial
Holding on to the answers that can't save me,
In my final moments,
Let me to fall into a warm sleep,
Lit dimly by the foolishly dancing flames