Some days I just want to put a bullet in my head,
Some days I just want to hang 5ft above ground,
Some days I just want to travel at - 9.8m/s^2,
And everyday, I just want the pain to end.

Reapers knocking down the door,
The death warrant has been signed,
The noose, tightened and secured,
Yet, fear is absent, but happiness lingers in the air.

Finally, the sweet release is within grasp,
The only thing left was to fall.

Ashes,
The remains of a lost past,
The ghost of lost moments,
The temporal concept of life that never lasts;
haunting the daunted soul of the ******.

Embers,
The last seed of hope,
Flickering as if solace is dawning,
Guiding the soul through woe,
Pleading for catharsis;
a new beginning.

Beliefs,
Torn minds are transmorgrified into absolute paradise,
Where time extends beyond the horizon,
Where the non-tangible beings linger,
Where lost love can be found,
Where old memories can be relived,
Where time remains at twilight.

Messiah,
Waiting for the time of deliverance,
Dispelling the fabrications constructed by men,
Where false notions are spread throughout the land,
Only then, will those who are true emerge,
Only then, will the true form of peace can be found.

Dark clouds approaches the horizon,
An omen it is not; but a sweet release it is,
When the blinding light begins to burn the skin to the point that it results in agonising pain,
Even the darkness could bring about catharsis.

The cold touch of fear brushes on the skin,
Hopes and dreams wither away;
dethroned by pain,
The agonising reality of a debacled future;
a downfall, a fiasco,
And so sunk the ship, drowning the spirit of hope.