Unconscious Suicide

Rotten lies
They're in disguise
Beautiful eyes
Lonely, they cry

In a vast ocean
With hardly any motion
Float suicide notes
Like million little boats

Was it my fault?
That you're in your burial vault?
Try as i might
Can't put up a fight

How's it real
To somehow feel
So helpless and miserable
Until it soon becomes visible

Eyes so bloodshot
Why haven't I fought?
Makes me feel I'll rot
Though there's nothing I've got

I was never ready
I am never steady
Without you here
My beloved dear

I'm bound to drown
To look like a clown
In my own anxiety
Excuse my notoriety

Without you I fell
Soon death rings my bell
Believe me, its no joy
To be lifes little toy.