Sweet Suicide/ Lingering Death

Watch as he walks with passion,
So sweet and devine it’s a crime.
Although he walks with grace an beauty,
He has a destructive soul that can’t decide,
Walking towards the west blown wind,
He carries a pistol in his hand,
Waiting until he reaches the bench,
Where he’ll take his life along the bend.
Lying slowly down onto the wood,
Hw whispers goodbye in his head,
The words of a true sacrifice.
Holding the gun to his head,
He pulls the trigger to create his death,
Lying on the wood, is a boy who never lived.
The beauty is gone and the deed is done,
A troubled soul is left to mourn.
The wind carries on, hiding the trace,
Of the boy who took his life,
With a fatel shot to the head.

Death is a stranger that stops to say hello,
Making the ground cold and the town isolated.
It walks around searching for victims,
Taunting and tourchering them,
As it watches them leave the corpse they one knew.
Death acts on impulse without a second glance,
Suffocating the innocent, murdering the guilty.
Death brings people down under,
Until there’s no one left.
No one gets a second chance,
When the reaper comes around,
Cutting and slicing up body parts,
Until all the blood runs dry.
Death will attack everyone you love,
Capturing their souls,
And destroying their hearts,
Leaving you alone and helpless.
Death will make you beg for your life,
And cry for a second chance.
It will push you so far down,
Until you have no remaining strength.
Waiting for the final beatdown,
You collapse in dispare,
Letting all your blood run out,
And as you look death in the eyes,
All you see is red.
Watching it fade into an executing black.
Death is a stranger that stops to say hello,
Making the ground cold, and the town isolated,
It walks around searching for victims,
Taunting and tourchering them.