Flame and a knife
paired with my life
nothing seems as bright
as the shooting star tonight
Next hangs a rope
for the absence of hope
below stands a stool
for when things get too cruel
The fire burns and keeps on going
inviting you in as thoughts go flowing
blade in your hand polished as ever
face looking back at you, why, I'd never
Just one word is all it takes
'go', let your mind have a break
take a step and slip it on
jump right off and boom its gone.
