I look to the sky and see a single star.
It seems so close, but yet so far.
It reminds me of myself, cold and alone.
I sit in the darkness and freeze to the bone.
Suicide seems so friendly in its cold manor.
Death is praised but gives me no honor.
As the snow falls it glimmers and shines, yet it looks so hollow but still seems pure.
I feel a warms in my soul but in my head I know there’s no cure.
All in vain I scream her name.
This is my final hour and I know the world will stay the same.
As I shut my eye I see the image of those who brought my pain and I hope they will never see sun shine.
Now with bitter taste I hope they die as they dine.