• There’s a story where it tells
    of how I have captured life
    into my hands, in my grasp it swells.
    it would be the tale told by a knife.

    Day to day the weather was gray,
    alll I could feel was the chilling rain.
    I dropped and lost hope to greet the day.
    My thoughts were diluted, dead in my brain.

    Soon the situation grew to be serious,
    light disappeared from my sight, all was dark.
    I stopped cold and gone completely delirious,
    my depression had finally hit the mark.

    The churning sea could not stop me,
    the sunlight outside burned my softened skin.
    The door now locked, I disposed of the key,
    the knife would be the story’s fin.


    But alas, the deed could not be done,
    so much warmth reached out to my heart.
    Support flew to me from everyone,
    the gloomy city in me fell apart.