Depression is running through my head.
These thoughts make me think of death,
a darkness which blanks my mind. A walk
through the graveyard, what can I find?

Black shadows walk in between the graves.
How many lives have not been saved? Six
feet under if not more, how I'd like
to go down and explore.

The feeling of lying in a box I can't get out,
is it locked? is it day or is it night? are birds
singing or have bats taken flight?

I know one day this is where I'll go, am I
afraid? I don't think so! Will I be able to
explore the feeling of death? after
I've taken my last breath?

Or will I be a shadow in between the
graves? Will I know how many lives have
not been saved? After this life is there
another one? With a different moon and a
different sun.

I won't go to hell as I'm already there, a
place full of sadness, a place full of
despair. So there's nothing to live for, no
future no past. So I might as well end it,
end this life at last.

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