Suicidal TendenciesWe hear you cry and see you weep.
Even though you don't see why, we don't want you to leap.
You cut yourself and watch the blood.
But if you continue you could cause a flood.
As you sit and wish your life away I can't stand but to say.
We want to see you another day.
You've had a bad life we know.
But you shouldn't let hatred and suicide grow.
Just please tell yourself you'll let it go.
Come sit with us and let our love show.
Every Second I DreamEvery moment every second I dream.
I always wake up just to scream.
But the only thing is that my whole life is one streak of beam.
They say before you die your whole life flashes before your eyes.
But my life it goes in every blink of an eye.
I try hard to look at the sky,
but I cant since I always look down.
And with a soul in every frown and a king in every crown.
I try hard to drown out the sound of every scream of every dream.
This may be the only time I can redeem
the possibility to find the seam
between my life and my dream.
Meeting The LordWhen I die
next time I cry
will be the last time I say goodbye.
I will ascend from earth
I will be brought to new birth
the one I will meet I will call father
the others there I shall call sister and brother.
The one I speak of is our lord and savior
Jesus Christ and God whom will always be there.
He will love us forever and will look after us for always
if your saved this paradise is where you will stay for eternity or non-stop days.
A Female In WhiteA female in white
She stares at the corner
No one knows what she's waiting for
Everything happening behind her is evil
She sees nothing but ghosts and sons of the devil
She stares away all the time not looking back
In hope that nothing she sees can attack
Every noise she hears scares her more
Specially now the sound of a door
The ax now missing from the shed
A demon had cut off her head
She still sits staring at the corner
And if you see her never look towards her
Her eyes gouged out and head still hanging
You can hear the sound of the shed doors slamming
Agony of WantsMy spirit aches from agony
my bones are shaking from this tyranny
I craved the dead so eagerly.
My answers had just rose from the grave
it was so tempting I couldn't behave
stepping foot unto the dead
I had awoke lying in bed.
I dreamt of having eternal life
I got up feeling like i was stabbed by a knife.
Death Is NearWhat is that tapping on my window? Could it be the lonely crow whose glare can peirce the soul? Or maybe a branch from the old oak tree that howls from the wind. I near my blinds as the tapping comes to a halt. I look out my window only to find the words in the fog upon the glass "Komm mit mir in die leere". This message I read wasn't quite clear. Moments later the tapping arose but this time upon my door. I leered at the door as the tapping ceased, I opened it with ease. To find a message upon the wood this time in blood that reads "ihr leben endet bald". My heart raced fast as I gained the fear. Once again the tapping rises. My body stiff and my breath not there. My body laid to rest I never found out that tapping pest.