In Whispers

Committed unto Death

Here we lie upon our graves

hoping, wishing someone saves

our lives because we cannot do

what we believe, in heart, is true

and dear to us, we choose to die

and cheat, and hurt, and scream, and lie

instead of live, as we should

we choose to do what no one would

to jump and cut and shoot and fall

instead of standing proud and tall

we choose to fall into a place

filled with sorrow and disgrace

and wallow in our very tears

as time passes from days to years.