If today was the last day on Earth,  
I'd like to open my bottle of suppressed emotions;
a chaotic hurricaine demanding to be heard:

Today I'd like to have you once again,
remember how it felt when your lips brushed against my skin;
remember your hair, soft as rose petals,
and your smile, sweet as honey.

Today I'd like to play for you once again
songs that stay within your soul,
melodies that once made you dream,
facts that could never become reality.

Today I'd like to write to you once again,
verses from a man to a woman,
whom once was, but never gain will  
be with the man who really knew how to love her.

I'd like to have you, I'd like to play for you, I'd like to write to you,
but you're not here.
You're not here,
and it it seems like you never have and never will.

Drifting in and out of reality,
Suppressed by the inconsistencies of your own mentality,
Fighting the world without a reason,
Companionship is nonexistent; trust is treason.

Every day I look down at the world and sigh,
The people in it walk around with empty eyes,
Day in and day out I fight off the urge to die,  
To be crushed by the weight of the tides.  

Seeing my lonely life exposed,
Stretching out the days,
Slowly walking down the endless black road,  
For the world is now ablaze.

If rivers were roads then I’d find,  
A way to reach my hectic mind,
A channel that could take me where,  
I might find peace; no more despair.

And as I walk down, my vision’s clouded,
A thick black fog leaves the world shrouded,  
No sense of time or space in the smoke,  
As I walk down the endless black road.

Seeing my lonely life exposed,
Stretching out the days,
Slowly walking down the endless black road,  
For the world is now ablaze

I feel more sedated than alive,

Defying reason and questioning reality,

It’s like morbidly walking through

The endless fields of familiarity.

Slowly losing the ability to feel,

I can no longer distinct what is real,

Cold melancholy and apathy creep in my heart,

My existence becomes shrouded; like a rainbow in the dark.

Testing the bounds of sanity,

Human excess and passion flood the mind,

Releasing any bonds of any kind,

As I’m consumed by the snakes of vanity.

Laying among the ruins of my life,

As my paradise plummets down to Hell,

Because the confusion of chaos defeated me,

With kind words of reverence.

“Pride cometh before the Fall”,

As narcissism festers in self-loathing,

The feeling which makes your soul crawl,

Will cause intimacy to be exposed like clothing.

Fear is a thief for whom I hold no grudge,

And pain is a rehearsal for death.

I looked down at the abyss and took the lunge,

As my world was compressed into a single last breath.