Religious Suicide
What have I done so wrong
Why am I the one to blame
It’s okay, No its not the same
She hangs her head to cry
But no one is there to sing her a lullaby
She grows cold
Nothing but hate fills her mind and soul
She swears she’s done everything that can possibly be done
As the wind dies down
She hears the harsh cold sound of emptiness
It surrounds her
The voice of all she could have had
Blows like a chill from a cold winter’s snow
What has been bestowed upon her
Could it be the devil
She has thought about dying
The hell with crying
Foolish thoughts of dying
She gives into her will
It defeats her still
She knows it always will
She opens the drawer catching it before it falls on the floor
She says a little prayer for the sake of her children
She knows they will be better off without her
She pulls back and releases
All movement deceases
She believes this will bring an end to her suffering
If she could have only seen what stands before her now
A great wild beast
Now she longs to go back
But she is on the wrong track
Because her choices are narrow and her soul belongs to the devil
