Rolling on suicide.

My head is empty, Filled with the noise of the dead.
Sleeping contently with a dream of many, We share this.
Their stillness is a trait i envy, And they know this.
One day i will be closer to them, This is not what i fear,
Because we all will end up being 12 ft under.

Your charming suicide brings me to tears,
With it i can feel the world crash,
Because i know the next time i will see you,
It will have been years, But the bond we built; It will never snap.
I want them to know you, like they know eachother,
Closer to the void we creep, crying without our mother.

Dont be a pussy.

Pull the trigger, and shoot your life away.

FtW