If I died by suicide

What would you think of me?

Would criticism be a fulfillment?

Or a eulogy?

If you'd be a witness

One celestial morning

Soundless screams adorn you

Mouth aghast, I lay

Clothes ripped, body shaking

Still with fast tense trembling

Dizzy head, oh how you're pained

Watching me go sane.

Oh, thirteen months pass

News tell of new Hell:

"Thousands fell on battle land"

People die like garden pests

After work, a petty song

Makes a thought train flash

How've you not remembered this?

How've you not remembered me?

Not a coffee, but a pill -

Such a nice, seductive fill

After all those years you've spent

Limp inside a prison cell

But your throat contracts

In go freshened nervous gulps

Why'd you follow my own steps?

Why've you taken my own test?

Tears, those wells of dread

Wanton fear for ones called friends

For why fear their sorrow?

When there's no tomorrow.

Now your death adorns your place

Such a piquing embrace

Loving arms that shed divine

Wasn't that your sibylline?

If you died by suicide

What would they think of you?

Would criticism be a fulfillment?

Or a eulogy?

Now the final game has frozen

Wind the only source of time

Crowds stand waiting for this moment

Just to pass, after the gospel

But as lives trickle like wine

The clouds run the rising sun

Dire pungence stills the night

And assails into their hearts

In the early crowds that pray

By the graveyard before day

Slime of vitriol pervades

Every oozing woe in vain

Winter gales appear to bore

One of them, a boy of four

He cries out, for he feels your

Dread, fear of being gone.

And as clocks strike 4 o'clock

Sun appears, the flare of dore

Every soul has now used all -

Whatever will once held in store.

And as the memories appear

In this boy's head, of you in gore

He trips on rocks by one more grave

And falls abroad, some crimson off.

Right to your burial grave's floor.

Why would you want this?

Why would I?

Don't follow me; I won't give up

This crap will never come to life.

But I'll continue to survive.

Survive, ward off the petty thoughts!

Write thought in verse, if that'd serve woe;

Recall your "good old days" and lull

Your mind to sleep, since one day all

Will reach the age of the Next World,

Of Zion, where love has no walls.

Open your eyes. Take a deep breath.

You're here again. You're taking breaths.

Another one, that's great, that's fine

And now forget what I've described.

Behold, dear brother, Promised Lands,

Behold, dear brother, Heaven's Doors -

And slide them open - now, come on!

They're right at your divine-like feet!

Open them, like I will mine -

You saved your live, now save more lives.