Incandescent Flame, Rope Burning Through
Tightened Noose, Tears Dripping Down
Bottled Death, Child Lock Undone
Thin Metal, Racing Over Flesh

With These Words Written, The Child Lets Go
Of His Life, To End It Is a Tragedy
Such A Bright Future, If Only He Had Seen It
He Might Not Have Ended It All, If Only

He Bled Night And Day, High From Pills
His Only Way Of Escape, Was Poisoning His Body
Pumped Full Of Drugs, He Stumbled Into The Night
With A Dizzied Mind, And A Cough In His Throat

He Grabbed The Noose, And Tied It Tight
Placed It Over His Head, As Tears Fell To The Ground
One Last Puff Of His Cigarette, Before Dropping It To The Floor
He Breathed Out The Smoke, Then Fell Forward.