i watch the snow flowing down gently from the open sky;
it makes me feel more alive.
i've been lying here alone, isolated from the crowd;
after my suicide..
feels like my all emotions die, in depression i lie;
and they ask the questions why.
i can't remember the scene, from the tragedy i see;
just the red in the snow..
they try to hide the tears and look away;
but they just stare at my scars..
my broken heart pumped the blood;
out of my broken veins.
knife alone in the snow;
red of life run to waste..
a new start i will seek, mind is strong but body weak;
i await my heart to heal.
just like staring into light, i am blinded by this fire;
as long as life there's hope for me..
they try to hide the tears and look away;
but they just stare at my scars..
my broken heart pumped the blood;
out of my broken veins.
i lie alone in the snow;
red from life as he came..
alive! |