The beauty of a day, what’s coming after?

Will there be a chance for suicide?

Do you feel the pain under braying laughter?

Will there be a life you can deny?

Right outside the box the leaves are falling

Raindrops kiss the ground on muddy soil

When you hold your breath demons are calling

They want to feel you burn  on an lattice coil


Hold on, for it might be the last time living so guarded
Keep out of the gates of night
Be aware there’s a new kinda life of dying has started
So why do you fight for to break down your fright  
There’s no hope in sight but even some clues for the Crisis Blues 

Are the finally gone, those times of levity?

Will they dissolve in a sweet decay?

Everything fades and even gravity

Is loosing its sense to your dismay

Where is a good tree to help you hanging

Stepping out of life can make you free

The fibers of the rope are slightly twanging

Smothering in pain for to release

Be tough, for it might be the last time sleeping so quiet
Keep in mind the fields of green
Stick it out when all the things you love now start to run riot

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