To whom this may concern.
Empty shadows never burn.
Complex life leading to suicide.
The pale horse we will ride.
Trapped in life never in death.
Blood flows silently as the body lays at rest.
Haunt me, haunt me if you can.
If you can find this soul plundered in the sands.
Rest now no need to cry.
In the end we all die.
Slit wrists shaking welcoming hands.
Strolling with a smile to the funeral bands.
I don't mean to depress you dear.
You will be most happy when your here.
Its like sweet honey and rosemary tea.
When your in your in says the bee.
The sting is the final shock.
Resting dry bones on the ancient rock.
Forbidden too see.
That was once me.
Death has its price to all who love you.
But personally its the best thing to do.
Weep now get it all out.
Quiet whispers wanting to shout.
Let the fear and anger fall fast away.
Living on hurts day by day.
Take my pale cold hand warm me with your touch.
Crippling alone, together we can crutch.
So many years away and I never loved you so much.