Suicide, is a death slide. Into the ground, of the unknown and not yet found. A step taken towards a journey. A walk through the dark abyss. Not for love or money. Just for what it is. A feeling, an emptying of the insides. Finally in darkness, now life hides. In triumph sorrow does cry. And again everyone ask why. Meaning swept from the face. Walking wildly throughout time and space. Reassuring this is now your place. And the sweet freedom of taste. Yet never to be returned A lesson yet to be learned. troubles so duely erased. and again out of place. So widely do I think. about a world, lost time. Under water, sink. and a lost mind.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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