If you tell them i'm not in the closet.
If you say i'm not under the bed.
If you tell them i'm not in the shadows
You'll eventually get me fed.

No one knows
what happens in the mind of suicide,
fear, pain, anger,
it is very very clear.

Yet no one seems to care,
for the world will spin with humans living and loving.
Though with suicide mind it make you blind

Because people love you too
even it you don't want them to.

I've fallen down this hole
it lead to the large catacombs
In these depths of hell
were all the other monsters go