The cold wind on a still night
The silent tears without a cry
The pain and the terror you will be shown
When you step up to evils throne
The agony that goes with the loss of ones love
Unendurable sorrow as rain pours above
It's with this you utter a cry
With the blade will you die?
To put cold metal against a vein
To take a shot to numb the pain
So many options, now you must choose
Wondering why you always must lose
You settle for a blade held against your chest
After a slice forever you'll rest
Under six feet in the ground
Lifeless and cold, making no sound
Gone is your love that you tried to save
Before you both ended up in the grave
