Hold out your hand
Feel it drop
It rips from your soul
Feel the waters rise
Floating on top
Like a corpse to a flame
The darkness grips you
Pulls you apart, it won’t stop
It’ll kill you if and only if
You don’t kill yourself first
Don’t let it seize you
Don’t let it seethe you
Push it back
Open the void
Grips you inside
The painful night cries
Let the water hit your face
the freeze will break you down
Tear you apart
Like a corpse to a flame
I’m tellin' you no tales
It’s just the way that it sounds
Listen to me say
This is the feeling
Push it back
Open the void
Grips you inside
The painful night cries
The painful night cries
The lost screams of the lonely
Push it back
Grips you inside
Open the void
Painful night cries
Your time won’t hide
Just before your last suicide
About the Creator
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