Click.
A snapshot to remember me
When I leave.
Click. Click.
Two to remember us
As we used to be.
Click. Click. Click.
Three for what we said
In whispered conversations.
Click. Click. Click. Click.
Four for the squeal of the door
As I walked back in.
Click. Click. Click.
Three times for the phone receiver
Dropped as you saw my face.
Click. Click.
Two for the loaded gun
I held firm in place.
Click.
One for the trigger
I pulled.
Silence.
All that is left
After I'm gone.

Rhythm. Light. Heat.
A stage-play of the gods,
The exhilaration of the show.
Fast paced magic.
Music.
The bass pounds in my ears,
Mixing with the beat of my heart.
Suspense.
A lone flute holds an impossible note,
High above the rest.
A pause.
The stage is set,
The mood is perfect.
Violence.
The sudden rush of notes,
The quickened tempo.
The beat of raw emotions,
The rhythm of our lives.
Adventure.
Testing the bounds,
The tough side of the beat.
Silence.
Music slowly rising,
The sad, deep sound of a cello.
Tearing at the heartstrings,
Every broken heart played before you.
Beauty.
The change of the sound.
The piano playing the sweetest notes,
Of every love song.
The world of sweet surrender.
Romance.
The descending volume of fading passion.
Peace.
The joy of gentle waking.
Smile, at the symphony of your life,
The music of your dreams.

A small child screams and they all turn round,
Captive attention for a simple frown.
A teenager bleeds and nobody sees,
I think its time to pay attention to me.

Stifled screams mixed with broken glass,
Everybody wondered, but nobody asked.
Standing in the middle of this everyday,
He's finally decided they can have it their way.

Six feet of rope and the words cut deep,
Whoever you are you don't wanna be me.
Lost in a world where nobody cares,
***** this life its to hard to bear.

Black shoes dangling from an open closet,
Trouble at home and hes finally lost it.
Headlines screaming of hate and rage,
Nobody's found him for thirteen days.

Finally at peace with the graveyards silence,
A welcomed break from the former violence.
The preachers preaching of what went wrong,
And heavens singing the get lost song.

Over a thousand kids have all given up,
Problems with society , enough is enough.
A teenager bleeds and nobody sees,
I think its time to pay attention to me.

Should I just close my eyes?
And pretend,
Pretend like everything is okay,
Everything is all right.
Walk past the places,
Forget the faces,
Conversations meant only for T.V. shows.
Burning bridges as I go,
Dust in the wind,
Corner to Corner,
Roads I'll never walk again.
Lies I never doubted,
Truths I cant pretend,
Must I begin again.