Thoughts of suicide

It is easy to kill when you wear a mask
They laid fake plastic grass around the coffin hole
Flowers encompassed the grave
Many have spoken the purist evil
And they may speak those words with shame
But at least they are honest
Death serves the living
We cry for the dead because they are not us
A gun can be many things
The handle end can deliver a blow of unconsciousness
The barrel can distribute bullets of death
Fog will hide the man dressed in black
Blood boils
Then turns to foam
Your lust will be your destroyer
The faith will be your ultimate demon
Choose the right time to go insane
Turn the light on
Despair has fallen
Becoming the deepest desire
You cannot stand living
Longing for the liberation of death
Isolation begins to poison the mind
Thoughts of suicide are liquid perversions
Lick the wound that you self inflicted
Inner light that fades so quickly
Life is a foggy memory
A recollection of pure disgust
Time is folding in on top of you
This hurting will not be denied
Solitude is ripping you in half
No victories
Just total losses
Nightmares are seen while conscious
Existence is against you
You are against you
Pull the trigger and silence your mind
Darkness

Ten thousands years of sadness and mourning
Ten thousands years of pain and regret of living
Surrounding darkness,the mouth of oblivion
They are swallawing the time and space,
Taking away the life and grace

God has become an insolvent debtor-desecrating his own grave
Sober Reality,profound distress,a heart full of suffering...

Everyone has committed suicide
Because it is not their place to live
Not their part of life...
Lost souls weep in astral spheres
We are all dead...