• It’s Suicide Season once again.
    Grab a knife and bring a friend.
    Decking black, it’s your disguise.
    Don’t waist time, it’s your demise.

    Oh. What are you waiting for?
    Oh. Why are you taking more?
    Oh. Where is the darkness now?
    Oh. How is this silence loud?

    Incise the skin to start the bleeding.
    Swing from the neck to stop the breathing.
    Dash into traffic and stare at the stars
    As your body is ravaged by all of the cars.

    Oh. Are you weeping yet?
    Oh. Or did you forget?
    Oh. Will you rise and fly?
    Oh. Or fall and die?