

SuicideCold, smooth, impersonal, The gun barrel to my head, Same as the life I have led.Suicide
Sinful, selfish, and full of sorrow, My life draws closer to the end, As my broken heart does not mend.
Apathy my path has led, If only one had stood, And helped me when they could.
Cold, smooth, impersonal, The gun barrel to my head Same as the life I have led.
The safety off with a click, Chamber loaded, clank! Finger slowly traces trigger guard, As if second thoughts are passing, Barrel to my temple raised, As my heart beats anxiou


God's GiftsSoft, tender, juicy peach, Succulent whim of my desire, Beautiful quench of my reach, Most wondrous of graces.God's Gifts
Warm gentle refreshing rain, Blessing beautiful spring days, More valuable than all fame, Bringing joyous life to Earth.
Orange, yellow, pink, azure, The rising sun of morn, The colour of the fields a fleur, A caelestis molior


FearAfraid to fall, Yet have never hit the ground, Afraid to try, Because I’d be found out, Afraid to live, Because on the other side is death.Fear
A man lives in fear, Because he is free to choose. A heart falls to sin, To find a solace in bondage. My life fades to death, Afraid to do anything.
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