Before

The wounds force me to end it;
The fragile tug of life holds me.
Death stands there with open arms
Embracing me, welcoming me.

The fellowship of the undead
Call my name and beckon me.
I hear their voices, soft and soothing.
What do they expect of me?

I pull the rope, it's very tight
The pain in my neck is starting
The knife hangs low, the blood is fresh
My soul is soon to be departing

The marks remain from when I
Tried before
I sometimes wish I'd
Died before

The marks remain from when I
Tried before
I sometimes wish I'd
Died before

The voices never stop speaking
I heard them calling before
And now they keep on screaming
I can't handle it any more

The rope is breaking,
I fall to the ground
The voices are laughing
A horrible sound!

But now I will end it
The end of my life
The silence of death
Comes with my knife

The blood is freely flowing now
I no longer feel the fear.
Sounds die away to nothing now
I am at peace, right here.

The marks remain from when I
Tried before
I sometimes wish I'd
Died before

The marks remain from when I
Tried before
I sometimes wish I'd
Died before